Responses are equally varied. Some push, sharp and decisive, returning the space to its proper owner. Some call out, naming the act with words that snap the oppressor’s anonymity. Some, fearing escalation, move; they stand up and find a new seat, displacing themselves instead of the aggressor. There are those who document—camera raised, voice steady—seeking evidence, accountability. And too often there is nothing tangible: the bus moves on, doors open, people drift off, and the story stays tucked into the memory of the person who was touched.