‘I’m a feminist obviously but I wouldn’t really mind him saving me, and I know that I’m fine without a man, but I think I’d like his protection.’

You always imagined you'd always take care of yourself. It's one of the reasons you learned martial arts. You didn't expect your castmate to protect you.

You were talking to a seemingly nice fan when he started to touch your waist. You laughed awkwardly, gently untangling his hand from around your hips, "Sorry, but I don't like physical touch from people I don't know." You let go of his hand, but he continued prying and wrapped both of his arms around your waist. Walker came up behind you, pushing the fan away, "She said she didn't like it, leave her alone. She signed your shi— crap. Go away." He furrowed his eyebrows as the fan walked away, and he turned to you. "Are you alright?" He took off his jacket and wrapped it around your shoulders after noticing the goosebumps forming on your arms.