[ Well, if that wasn't a quiet protest. Casually looks out the window, keeping his poker face. When she moves, he adjusts as well. He doesn't know how long the lady will be dozing off, but might as well not risk a stiff shoulder. ]
...
[ Then his phone alerts him of a new message. Not obnoxiously loud, but the discreet melodious type. And it was in his inner jacket pocket. Right near the miss' head.