[Amanda had never had a problem distracting people with her little skirts and heels before; it had kept people from suspecting she was a hacker before, when she'd been doing it all with her hands. It was disgusting how easily people could be thrown off by looks.

And of course the one time it fails, it's with someone who is possibly worse than sexist. In another situation, she'd try to corrupt the data on his cell phone or maybe go for an old fashioned stomping on his foot with the spike of her heel. But as it is, she's feeling for anything she could use to give him a shock. Which she doesn't like. She doesn't hurt people, dammit. But she's not going on a registry. She knows what those can be used for]

Yeah, I do. [she says, chin held as high as she can manage and trying to keep her voice and gaze steady] I felt that way before. I don't take anything from anyone who can't afford to lose it. And even if I did, I'd still think it would be a hell of a lot worse to be putting dog tags on a group of people so the second one of them does something actually violent, you can round the rest of them up and stick them where they'll never be heard from again.

[she doesn't really know why she's so scared of that on a bone deep level, but she is, and that's why she's looking out of her peripheral vision for street lights, wondering if sparking one of them into exploding would be enough of a distraction]