But the girl didn't move an inch. She didn't coward down in fear, or glare at them with disgust, she merely observed with a quiet expression. I was too far away to tell, but I could have sworn her gaze was placed not on the delinquents or the weapons they carried, but the area behind them, where the incinerator and dumpster were. I had never seen anyone, boy or girl, have that kind of expression near the delinquents. Some averted their gazes, some ignored them. Others looked at them with disdain or pity or even respect. Most avoided them all together. What had brought about such a calm, uninterested face? Was it just an illusion to a shaking coward inside?