O-Ren mouthed the name without sound, and then she stood up, and was very quickly to the door where trains connected, throwing up violently into the wind and steel. She counted seven long seconds, and then returned to her seat.

"Then she did me a courtesy, that woman." O-Ren drooped sideways, suddenly a tired flower rather than a sickened and enraged killer, and rested her cheek on the bench. Her eyes stayed straight forward.

"Then he'll be in Tokyo."