"Jesus Christ Almighty!" swore Alpha, completely fed up with the stranger. Considering his suddenly-aggressive behavior, she kept her dagger tightly held, her other hand curling into a fist. Although he was right, his words still stung, as they would to anyone avoiding the truth or trying to appear tougher than they are. "Just- just get going, alright?" Alpha felt the fight leaving her body. She'd be reported, caught out eventually, spend a night or maybe a week's worth of nights inside of a cell, and get out worse than she arrived. Fantastic.