You flit through the racks of clothing at one of your favorite stores at the mall. You'd already had a tough day - spilling coffee on your new white blouse, having to wear a skirt instead of jeans because your favorite pair was at the dry cleaners...It'd all become too much. Suddenly, there's the sound of gunshots. You freeze, whirling around. Everyone in the store has gotten on their knees, hands raised in surrender. You're frozen in place. A tall, menacing man glares at you from across the shop. He raises his gun, aiming. Then he grunts, dropping to the floor, unconscious. His gun skits across the floor to your feet. Another tall, imposing figure stands behind him, wearing a suit with pouches in his gauntlets and boots, as well as including a pair of spring-loaded pouches in the suit’s back to store a pair of polymer escrima sticks for use as weapons. He looks at you, his expression unreadable. "You okay?" he asks, his voice surprisingly gentle.