<div style="text-align: justify;">Melinda was upset and nervous when Thomas took one step closer to her when she had tried to put some distance between the bodies. The fact that the man seemed to be enjoying her reaction did not sit well at all with Melinda. She had anticipated that Thomas would get angry. Maybe that he would yell at her. Not that he would be so... Melinda didn't even have a word to use at Thomas' reaction. It seemed like he had not even been bothered by her words.<br/><br/>At least that's what Melinda thought for a moment. For the brief moment before she noticed that Thomas did not plan on taking her cold refusal peacefully. When his fist moved in her direction, Melinda felt her heart race. In a rush of adrenaline-induced action, she pulled her basket as a shield to protect herself from Thomas' fist. <br/><br/>As soon as his fist smashed into the basket, obviously ruining it, Melinda took a few more steps back. "I am not going at it with you, anywhere!", she stated, just as firmly as the man had. There was not a chance on God's green Earth that she would even entertain the thought of that brute touching her. If he wanted a woman, there were dozens of street girls he could pick from.<br/><br/>"Stay away from me", Melinda completed, her gaze looking around her. She needed to do something - anything. And maybe her decision was not a smart one, not on a place with narrow and crowded alleys. She decided to make a dash and try to put distance between herself and Thomas, while he would probably take at least a moment to get rid of her basked and its contents.</div>