As I board my plane to Richmond and take my aisle seat, I notice a young woman sitting next to me. She keeps looking out of her window. Her hands are clinched – almost into fists. I am one of those people who does not talk to people on planes, especially when traveling for work. I use that precious time to catch up on work or to relax reading a book.  I discouraged eye contact and would attempt to make myself smaller – trying to attract as little attention as possible – in case the person next to me misinterprets any sign that human interaction was welcomed.  And to ensure…