Sarah's eyes moved toward what was on his hand, but it took a moment for her to recognize what she was seeing. When the realization finally registered, her expression changed, and her eyes widened slightly.
"...The watch."
"Yes Sarah," Stan confirmed.
"But how..."
She was shocked that Stan knew about her stolen watch. Her hand rose instinctively toward the bag, only to stop halfway. She seemed uncertain whether to touch it, as though some part of her still struggled to believe that the watch had actually been recovered.
Stan watched her for a moment before asking, "Are you hurt anywhere else?"
"...No."
"The driver?"
Stan glanced toward the front seat. The taxi driver was still gripping his seat, his face frozen in the bewildered expression of a man whose brain had quietly decided that he had endured enough excitement for one afternoon. After several seconds, he managed to turn his head and give a shaky nod.
"I'm fine, sir. I'm—I'm fine."
