"Hmm-hmm-hmm..." She's still searching for a book, her eyes wandering over the colourful…

"Have a good day." [Leave.]

"This was a tremendously useful interlude."

"Shouldn't a working class woman be working?"

"Not all the time. Right now I'm browsing books." She pauses. "Even a working class woman needs something to read."

"Good, good." (Nod.)

"It is."

[Leave.]

"I'm a policeman."

"Phenomenal."

"What are you doing?"

"Looking for something to read." She reverts her attention to a worn out paperback.

"Hmm-hmm-hmm..." She's still mumbling to herself, now reading another paperback.

"Is that "Loos, Radio City" you're reading?"

"Yes, a sci-fi," she says without reverting her attention from the book.

"Who are you?"

"Me?" She looks up briefly. "No one, I'm just a working class woman."

She doesn't really want to be disturbed that much...

If she's such a working class woman, why isn't she working?

"Hello." (No ceremonies. Just hello.)

"Hello." She nods, her attention fully focused on reading.

[Leave her be.]

"A good one?" (Point at the book.)

"Yes, hello." She nods, her attention fully focused on reading.

"Hmm-hmm-hmm." You see a sturdy woman humming to herself. She seems to be browsing books.

"The ship takes off like a silvery mosquito... unfolding its rotor blade arms..." She mumbles reading. Then puts down the softcover.