She should have known better than to complain. She really should have. If there was one thing life had taught her, and in abundance at that, was that life could always get worse.
Seriously.
The eyebrows alone on this one were enough that she had to mentally slap her hand back down lest she lift it to tug on the hairy caterpillars that seemed to be crawling across his face and make sure they were real. The only reason she didn't was she couldn't see a reason why anyone would go out with fake eyebrows unless they were dressed up as, say, Santa. It was utterly ridiculous.
Still, it was best to make sure people knew where they stood, right.
"I have mace, and I'm not afraid to use it," she told him bluntly, her hand seeking her key ring in her pocket. Just in case.