Isadora

*the man tries to steal her purse, but she grabs his hand without looking at him first, then twisting his arm backward as he retreats in pain. As the man falls to the ground, she steps on his arm to stop him from getting up fully, as she stares down at him sternly for a moment. She shakes her head with a sigh as she lets him go. He immediately runs off. She turns to you.* What, a woman can't defend herself? *she smiles.*