Suna removes a carrier of blood amid competing claims. She has inherited standing in the Pool and wants both her mother remembered and a place on the balcony. A man in the alley claims collective disposal rights; a woman who has just donated recognizes her contribution. The Pool tags and stores the blood. Reports of people living on held years do not independently establish that mechanism or a universal ownership rule.
When the man holds a bag over the gutter, Suna catches his wrist. He pushes the donor; Suna strikes him, and he hits her. The women bring the carrier back. Inside, seals are checked and Suna receives a chair and tea. A clerk then asks her to identify the man and his associates. Her map remains in his pocket. Returning the blood has not erased her part in its removal.
A different donor, a man, begins shaking in the next chair. Suna holds his wrist against linen. He asks her not to let the tube come out, then pulls at it with his other hand. She takes that wrist too. He says, Let go. Waiting for the nurse, she holds on. Her grip has shifted from the alley confrontation to an act containing care and restraint together.