<div style="text-align: justify;">Josephine didn't really have any pockets, and wasn't wearing a coat for the hot morning - or maybe because she was so distressed she had forgotten to pick one up on her way out. Yet, she opened her purse and obediently took off its contents. There wasn't anything really unusual in it. A wallet with money, documents and a few receipts. A small make up bag. A small bottle of headache medicine. And a pocket notepad with a small pencil attached to it. That was all.<br/><br/>The girl blushed and seemed uncomfortable in being patted down. Fighting the temptation to slap the man, she nodded. "I understand". After a pause, she shook her head. "N-no, thanks. I just... do you mind if I sit down?".</div>