"Caleb!" Alice groaned. "You're an FBI agent. If you assault someone in a public place, you're done, and you know it. So just calm down."
This had gotten entirely out of hand. She was practically inhaling the testosterone, and people were staring, including a vary wary looking bartender who appeared to be in no mood to deal with a fight this early in the evening.
"Bradley," she breathed, trying to keep her calm as neither of the men in this situation seemed capable. Her hand fell to the center of his chest. "Give me a minute. We'll stand right there. You can see us. It will be fine. He's my brother." She shot him a look that she hoped conveyed this was not up for debate (Alice was not a particularly menacing person, so it may not have quite come across as planned).
"And you." Her attention shifted to Caleb. "We are talking. Briefly. And then I'm finishing my date, and you're going home!"