She liked to wander about the room, to throw her gloves down among a litter of pencils, rubber erasers and rags, to put her small silver bag on a stained, discarded shirt, to snap open the catch of a diamond bracelet and drop it on a plate with the remnant of a sandwich, by an unfinished drawing. I can get some vaguely legit business set up on commenor in that time.
But as far as we know the ghamese natives have not suffered any casualties in the process.