At the cry, Deirdre narrows her eyes and freezes. Shit. She really hit someone? Good, she tells herself, but the fear shows on her face. He sounds angry, is a perfect stranger and the one thing she knows for certain is there isn't anyone around to pull him off her if he gets violent. Never mind she'd cast the first stone...

She takes a step back, but only one. Glaring, Deirdre puts her hands on her hips. She's got nothing on her that could be used as a weapon. She could, what? Throw her wallet in his face?

"Watch it," she barks back just the same, like she isn't ready to run, "Didn't see you, alright? Alright?" Her voice is deep and angry and she's trying to seem as big as she can. "You never thrown something when you were furious before?"