Alice stepped back and took in her surroundings. Distracted by the sights, she hadn’t been paying attention to the big picture: another rookie mistake. Stalls ran in both directions, some metal, some wood, some just kids sitting on barrels, selling cigarettes. The crowd was better fed than she was used to, but there was a growing tension in people’s movements, the hurried certainty of limited time to complete essential tasks. Alice looked at the meat shack. The teller was staring at her, an expression on his face that she couldn’t read.