"And you'd know, yeah?" Allison retorted back at the man. He looked fairly relaxed about the whole thing, not screaming his bloody head off or lookin' like one of those big cats she'd seen on the telly. She'd give him that much, but he was still out on the street, no weapon in sight. *Unsafe* streets, she knew that for sure.
Damn Yanks, didn't they even have an air raid siren? The bloody city practically deserved t'be bombed.
"Get yer daft fuckin' arse inside where it's safe, y'bloody great git," she added, and turned to hit some punkarse kid who was trying to nick wallets from the frozen in fear.