Lady who worries too much
Look. I've been fighting bad guys for years now. I know six different styles of fighting, three types of martial arts, more moves than a fucking gymnast, and can fire most every type of gun that's been made. I'm an expert with a short sword and no slouch with a crossbow if I have to use one either. Not to mention, I've been fighting zombies every night since I first showed up.
I know the risks, I know how dangerous it can be, but I also know that I can't just sit on my ass and pretend to be into whatever the latest gag-me boy band candy-coated song happens to be just because I'm not technically old enough to fight yet. Hell, I probably have more experience than most of the adults in this city put together when it comes to shit like this. So I appreciate the concern - I really do - but I'll be fine.
By the way, the name's Mindy. It's nice to meet you.