Asian kid, about five foot three, thick body, rounded shoulders of somebody who does too much upper body lifting, (I'm taking a snapshot of him in my head, ready to spot him in a line up) is standing a little too close to Katie, eyeing her phone, then the door, as she texts the friend we're meeting in Coney Island. Just as he looks like he's about to make a grab, I make eye contact, steady, and he looks away, thinks about it, moves further down the train.
From halfway down the car, he starts talking to us. "Hey, you see me?" he asks, patting his shirt at the waistline where he's clearly packing a gun, and I look him in the eyes again, and nod.