The thing pressed its wan hand against the translucent plastic of the stall’s sliding panel. Hart tensed, readying her knife thrust. She hadn’t dared shift her body, so she was ill-positioned for a sure strike. The only advantage she had was that the thing seemed somewhat unsure of her presence. If it were more certain, it would be moving faster. Even with surprise on her side, Hart knew she would get only one chance. It was far too quick for her.