If his attacker wasn't interested in exchanging cash for peace, she absolutely wasn't interested in exchanging pleasantries. If Daisy gave a fuck about any weak, mortal spawn, this whole crisis would have been over already; actual children, with or without their parents, had already been part of this fight, a few of them lashing out with more sense of self-preservation and natural combat instincts than this sorry slug.
"Were in you in a hurry then?" Daisy challenged, knowing full well that cab hadn't gone anywhere in a while and that theoretical kid would have been waiting a very long time for daddy if Daisy hadn't encouraged him along. She swung her hammer again with a grunt to slam it into the front bumper of Justin's new hiding place, throwing it backward and causing a tide of rolling, abandoned vehicles as they crunched into each other, becoming a tight, twisted mass.