Walker flinches at the sound of footfalls behind her.
Jogger, from behind: “On your right!”
Walker, as Jogger passes on the right: “Thank you.”
Jogger, passing: “Welcome.” Then, the Jogger looks over her shoulder—eyes wide, brows furrowed—before galloping down the hill.
Walker wonders: What?! What are you staring at? Why are you frowning? Her self-consciousness accompanies her the rest of the way home.