A white haired woman is playing solitaire on her phone, tapping tiny cards with her middle finger. Her nails are long without being talons, manicured but unpainted. She wears a crisp blouse of blue and white stripes, and a smooth black vest that may be part of a suit. She glances up at the Stop signal button, her lashes heavy with mascara, and is ready long before we reach her destination on the outskirts of Dee Why.