"Not a problem!" she grins, then nods to the pikanaga. "Allo." Then she glares at shade, waiting for her moment. When he's within range, she swings a fist as large as Michael's head at the creature, snarling. "Handz off!" she growls. "Dis 'umie's unda Snaga's protection!" She levels her pistol and takes a few shots, growling