Seeming to be a bag lady and being a bag lady are not the same. Go look at a bag lady and this becomes axiomatic: there‘s a sour, rancid odor ten feet around her — the stench of a sort that takes weeks to ferment; hair like matted sackcloth; watery eyes, blurred and vaguely unfocused, or else glaucomatous; pants crotch stained by piss, soaked and dried a dozen times (the root source of the reek?).
Yet here she is, in disguise.