Yep, Cin was getting out of here, not sitting around to listen to Jesus talk. But it seemed like he wasn't going to continue on anyway, passing out instead.
For another few moments she lingered and then turned back around to find her bag where she'd thrown it in her rush to help.
Cin felt sick. The beer hadn't helped that.
On the train home, Cin reached into her pockets and remembered the coins there, now soft and warm from the heat of her body.