I should hope not! The omnibus on which we ride rattles along so restlessly sometimes, over bodies of our slain and such, that it tosses and turns violently. It is like a cradle to me.

[ so she's probably okay. the girl falls asleep on her seatmates so easily, she... misses yi sang terribly, she wants to see everyone again -- in a happier circumstance -- and falls quiet. while angela can't see it, her eyes are distant and smile simply there for a lack of any other expression. ]