James held up his hands. “No ma’am! attacking a woman is bad— like really bad. Attacking anyone is. But you look like you can handle yourself— I’m… sorry.”
“That I can.” Alison said, tilting her head to the left sideways. If the large X-on the belt of her uniform wasn’t a big enough clue to show that she could fend for herself, then the next step would obviously be smearing the word ‘mutie’ across her forehead - which was a total fashion faux-paux. “Sorry for what?” She questioned.
