something in the tilt of a head

something in the angle of her wavy brown-haired head, in the tilt of her look askance, something of the small misery of getting by, the small struggle of floating along, adrift—this all in a glance, in the look after the grizzled grey-haired black man peering round and back and together they scout the building...something in the look, something in the tilt of the wavy-haired head
a dangling fresh white bag and a nod, today they are giving out the surplus food