Perhaps she should have been more scared. After all, she knew Bole didn't think twice about letting violence speak for him. But, being the stubborn bird that she was, Alicia gave him an eye roll. Shaking her head, Alicia twisted her wrist a bit again. Her free arm dropped to her side, letting her bag tumble down with it, she reached into her coat and took hold of her wand. Her left hand wasn't her wand hand, so holding it was just a bit off. It wasn't going to turn out good.
"Just come off it, Bole. That war is over. Don't do anything stupid, or you'll land yourself a good month or more in Azkaban," she hissed, glancing just past him. She knew no one was around, which wasn't good for her at all.
She could have attempted to hex him, but wasn't quite sure what would happen if she attempted spells using her non-wand hand. "So just let me go and go on to wherever you go these days. I have some place to be, and that place is not here."