Second nature had her turning her cheek into the touch. Her brows furrowed, and she looked as if she were ready to cry. Her lips tightened, and having a wall to punch seemed much more preferable to what was going on inside her.
"No, hitting people would get you in a lot more hurt than you've got now." The warrior woman spoke finally, giving him a soft smile. They hadn't stepped forward yet as was expected when lines moved, and the person behind them let them know they weren't acting properly. Zoe looked down at the man who made the obnoxious coughing ahem, glad that she didn't have her Mare's Leg at her side.
"Probably not the best discussion to have in a queue." She looked back at one of the few men who'd ever see her as something more than a soldier. "Because, it's not something good." Though she would suppose he had already guessed that one.