She had stopped watching the crowd and had instead turned her full attention to the story. She's entranced, trapped, and absolutely hooked. When he finishes his tale, it takes her a moment to return to her surroundings. Her cheeks are damp. Oh, oh, gosh, she's crying.

Well, that's okay. Everyone needs a cry once in a while. Before he begins his next story, she goes up to chat with him. No one else in the crowd seems to want to do that.

"Hello, Mr. Katurian," she says. Her voice is soft, but she's pleased that it's not shaky.