And Penny, taking Compton by the elbow, moves between the mounds of snow and crap back to the sidewalk. Penny is not smiling. Penny doesn't seem to be affected by this calming sensation, says loud enough to be overheard by any passer-by "Y'like it when little girls pound on you, hey old man?" and she turns an unflinching eye over her shoulder to Hana "Those're booby-trapped, chiquita" and keeps walking with Compton under her umbrella. She hails a cab and ushers him in.