[the prototyped person whirls to face her, immediately throwing out his short little arms in a warding gesture, his face drawn with panic. If the voice and the looks don't tip PM off that this dude isn't the Slayer, then the bright green sun emblem splashed across his belly, right behind the protruding sword hilt, ought to do it, unless she thinks the Slayer is the type to make very impulsive decisions about tattoos.]