The problem was that Anye was almost always feeling nostalgic. She was a highly sentimental person and deeply missed the way things used to be. They weren't that way anymore, but that didn't stop her from continuously reaching out for them.
Anye snorted at the implication. "You know, you stopped having to protect me in grade school," she said. "I have big brothers, I eventually would have snapped and thrown a punch on the playground." She wasn't actually sure if that was true, but it was another decent theory. The truth was that Anye had always had boys looking out for her, between Nick and her brothers. Any time she actually proved herself capable it always took at least a few people by surprise. But of course, a great motivator for Anye as a child had frequently been being told she couldn't do something. "Then there were all those winters of pick-up hockey games. And then there was, you know. Someone putting a gun into my hands. Krav maga. Batons. Tasers. Whatever. I think I'm set there." But she set off in the direction of her place anyway, because this was a thing that was happening. "I also think I could take you in a fight," she announced, matter-of-factly, watching him out of the corner of her eye for a reaction. She chuckled and licked at her ice cream. "Actually I'm pretty sure I could."