Lana had finally given up and tucked her hair into the collar of her jacket, which she then tugged tightly around her. She was ready for the day to be over; Ilia had said that last night would be long, but today had been far longer.

Then again, she was in no hurry to find out precisely what awaited her tonight. Landel's latest torment was clearly going to be strung out over several days; he was being remarkably patient, compared to his usual modus operandi, but Lana was ready for this trial to be over. No matter what it meant for her.

None of this, except for the part where the wind was playing merry havoc with her hair, was visible as she stepped onto the bus, nodded politely to the driver and Dent, and found an unoccupied seat. She was tempted to admit to Harvey what was going on, but she didn't need to dump that on him, not when they still didn't know the whole story. Instead, she slid down into her seat and closed her eyes. At least the bus was warmer than the outdoors had been.
[Gumshoe]