One of the things you learn in her line of work is how to kill time and make it look good. She memorises their route, fixing major landmarks in her memory.

She also watches him, her gaze focused on the scene beyond the window. She's seen him keyed up before, but not like this. Well almost. Something about the way he's holding himself reminds her of their first near miss, in her flat.

She looks away, out the window, watching the barrio unfold around them.