"Missing, missing, martyred, missing, missing, missing, martyred, martyred," a guide reads from the descriptions under the faces, bearing the blank stares reserved for identity cards.
She looked me dead in the eye with the kind of chilling stare usually reserved for military veterans retelling the horrors they saw in action.
Then there are the deadly ninja stares, the ones reserved for those who transgress the delicate social restraints that maintain civility in the city: the laser gaze directed at those who dare to bring nine items to the "eight items or less" express checkout lanes; the Darth Vader that's-my-cab-fella stare.
Yet for all we are invited to stare at her, she remains elusive, reserved.
Then there's the arms folded, stare into the middle distance look usually reserved for managers – see Sir Alex Ferguson's statue outside Old Trafford.
She leads me to it, practically crowing with pleasure, and the two of us stare at it with a reverence usually reserved for great works of art.
It used to be that the deadpan, trance-like stares that penetrated deep into nothingness were reserved for catwalks.
They stare at the door with the anticipation often reserved for The Publishers Clearing House Patrol.
The girl is set in an airy, three-dimensional and realistic setting, and stares out at the viewer with an expression that is reserved yet alert and intelligent.
Meanwhile, hardcore fans at shows can keep asking -- "Are they or aren't they?" -- while watching the pair stare intensely into each other's eyes as they display a charismatic chemistry usually reserved for head-over-heels lovers.
