As he sat he glances around him. The usual mundane crowd of London
types. His eyes fixed on a middle aged woman almost opposite him. She
had a slightly awkward demeanour and wore a threadbare coat made of a
woven wool material. Her dark hair was thinning an greasy. She wore
half spectacles that she glanced over nervously.

Between her feet at the foot of her seat sat a large beaten up leather brief case.
She clutched a crumpled White carrier bag in her tiny un-manicured hands.
Leaning over her seat, she delved in to her bag. A small make-up bag
was produced, which she lay on her thigh. Cautiously she opened it, as
if concerned a mouse might escape or a small explosion could occur if
she was too hasty. She fumbled a small metal instrument, which he
realized after a short while, was a pair of eyebrow tweezers.