Reon pushed Aimee back, reaching in her bag to pull a bottle of water out of as she turned to the woman. She didn't want to fight her, she thought as she looked at the hand on her arm. That was bad. Doing this in the middle of the convention's dealer's floor was even worse. She considered her options as she made sure she was between the meta and Aimee. She pointedly looked at the girl's arm before trying to shake free of the grip.<br/><br/>"I don't want any trouble, I promised my friend we'd do the whole week." Reon says calmly. "Besides, where else can we hang out in costume and not get a lot of attention. Unlike blowing out windows and thrashing cars. I blend in. I don't make waves." She looked around for something to give her an edge if the girl caused trouble. First off, she'd have to get out of the busy floor. The next section over wasn't being used. Then she had an idea or two about how to 'defuse' her.<br/><br/>Truth be told though, she didn't want to 'out' herself again.<br/><br/>