"This place safe," the woman says, in a voice that is so soft it sounds like a whisper. "Them not going to small-small shop, only big-big shop and market."
It's interesting how the author illustrates the differences between these two characters both in terms of class and religion. Yet despite these differences when it comes down to basic survival and need, these ideas of categorization fall away, and it simply becomes a matter of helping others. I feel it's also very telling how fixated Chika is with these categories and how important it seems to her to fit everyone she meets into these neat little boxes while the woman is just like "Hey maybe lets not die."