I ducked behind a car and watched, shaking from the cold.
In spite of the open door and my nakedness, I wasn't going to look weak. I held her gaze. These people weren't going to break me after all I had already been through.
I was barefoot, clad only in a thin tee-shirt and torn sweatpants. I saw the thoughts flying around behind his eyes; he could see I'd been smacked around and my bluing hands and face. He didn't cuff me.