Well.  Apparently this particular offender is equal opportunity.  No problem.  I'm allowed to punch girls now that I've got a pair of boobs myself.  "Why are you following us?"  I stalk closer, knowing that if she went down that easily, she's at best a threat equal to the Killjoys.  "<em>Answer</em>me, girl, I'm not precisely the patient type.  I've half a mind to dangle you off the edge of the building at this moment until you tell me what I want to know.  You haven't earned that response.  Not yet.  And you have to opportunity to avoid that."