"I thought I did, but some are very insistent." Well, really, it's not typically hard for a darkly dressed, tall girl with very sharp eye shadow and honed glares to make her way through any crowd without incident. She's grown used to it, over time, how easy it is to part a crowd with a look and an intention, but she's also too used to the people of Romdeau who were all too happy to make room for anyone just because. At times the challenge is a little eye opening, but mostly... annoying as all hell.

His concerns seems to confuse her, slightly, though, head tipping to the side and brows knitting slightly in a way that suggests she's never considered it in that way. One of the few bonuses of living in a society where emotions and all things sexual had been deemed unnecessary a long time ago - she's not really versed in any cultural associations to woman in particular. "For one, I'm can assure you that even a pretty woman like myself knows how to take care of anyone in my space when I don't want them to be."

She pauses, lingering a gaze on someone lingering in her space (her 'bubble' tends to be somewhat large, by the by) before turning blue eyes back to him. "For two, it helps when you're permitted to carry a gun."