(*and for her, a "good look" means a glimpse down to the bottom of your gobsmacked little soul*)
*smiles and gives a gracious nod, holding up a hand to forestall the security detail just now emerging from the milling mess on the sidewalk* *to you, as they retrieve her purse* No apology necessary. I know you were only thinking of my safety. Lucky for you, otherwise I'd feed you to security myself. *never mind that it's probably already gotten back to her husband as a mugging or some nonsense (SIGH)*