"What're you doing?" The Shield grunts softly as she's pulled every lower until the woman's hands are placed firmly against her rear-end, and face buried in her blue-clad crotch.  Alex flushes behind her mask Knockout's drugs still affecting her something fierce and she's pretty sure she just got a great deal more wet between her thighs.  "Let me go or I'll be forced to make you let go of me." She warns, and assuming that the woman keeps holding on, she'll take a fist and try to slam it down into the top of the Amazon's head going for the most simplistic knock out she can.