Teagan chuckled and shook her head. "No, trouble is not. I am, not trouble," she said with a smile. The smile dropped as she looked over at him. "I wouldn't fight you, John. I'd be stupid to try to pick a fight with you. You may not scare me, but I have no doubts you could kick my ass with one hand - or maybe both - tied behind your back. You don't hate me on some instinctual level. If I recall, actually, you thought my scent was 'comforting' at one point. It's probably passed, but still."