She gains the curb on the opposite side of the street without incident; nobody deliberately tried to mow her down - mostly they just slowed or she kept the right pace to traverse bumpers. Passing by the groups of people spilling out into the street, Penny slows on occassion to look from the phone up to doors. She stands back more than once, looking for numbers across the doors. Numbers and faces; looking into the faces of people she might know, doesn't know, will know in the future. Her headphones describe a false distance between her approaching these people, keeps her on that side of the glass and wall-eyed she keeps walking.