One step. Then another until there's a better distance. The traffic of other groups of people seem to be unconciously giving wide berth to this immediate square of pavement. Wind blew the trash just then or the light changed and those people have opted for the other way afterall - and on occassion one or two still pitched onward look back over their shoulders. They look at Penny because she dropped a pile of tobacco on the ground and hasn't moved, they look because she can't stop staring at you, they look because she hasn't covered up as they have to shield herself from the weather and her nose is running and her eyemakeup is smeared.