Arla wasn't a shrinking violet. She wasn't a scared little girl. That was probably the problem. She wanted to be left alone, she was scared to be hurt or attacked, but ... she'd been well trained. She was one of the X-Men. Or had been, anyway. And when the man shoved David---?
Oh. All bets were fucking off.
"Did you just shove my friend there?" she asked, her muscles tense like she was just barely holding back the urge to snap. "I'm a freak and I'm fucking proud of it, topsider." And she clocked him in the jaw. Probably not the best idea in terms of an effective escape strategy. She knew this. The mathematical odds just shifted drastically.