[Eventually she stands up, rain sluicing off the top of her umbrella, and turns around to leave. She's stayed later than she intended, and she always hates walking anywhere in the dark - especially this stormy sort of dark.
But then she sees a man nearby, large and imposing in the shadowy light. Anywhere else and she might be scared, but she can't think negatively of someone who visits the Memorial Gardens so respectfully. So, a little nervous but not outwardly fearful, she approaches him.]