In response to your cheery comment about summer and your careful attempt to avoid eye contact, a fellow passenger is not interested in what you have to say.
“Hmph,” she said, looking over your shoulder.
When you remarked that she looks like the character Daenerys Targaryen from Game of Thrones, the fellow passenger began studying a timetable.
After asking if she liked the TV fantasy series about epic, violent feuding between factious clans, the woman rudely gathered her belongings that you had begun to fetishize and moved to a seat between two overweight men.
“What’s her deal?” you thought. “She must be in a bad mood.”