Mrs B has her bag stuck on the curb. Sam is running past but looking at MrsB. Sam was running past, looking at MrsB with body facing forwards, head turned towards Mrs B. Sam stops. Mrs B is bent over, holding lower back, looking old. Sneaky glint in her eyes, eyes look back towards Sam without turning her head.
MrsB
Oh, I see. No time to help an old lady in distress. I guess I'll have to manage somehow. Musn't let my arthritis hold me back
feeble voice