Shit. He couldn't do anything within his little booth, she didn't think, but he hadn't given them the tickets yet. All he had to do was hold them up for someone else.

If he'd recognized O-Ren. He might still just hand them the ticket and that would be that.

Arya didn't expect it to be that easy.

She didn't bother making an excuse to look around; she just had to watch the attendant. He'd look at his colleagues if they were about to move in, she'd spot that.

While she waited, she put her hands behind her back as if idly stretching, putting a knife close to hand.