You were an independent and feminist woman who didn't need anyone to save you. You were powerful, an excellent fighter, and... Jason Grace.

He was lying on top of you, his arms wrapped around you, with his face pressed against your chest. "Are you sure that guy didn't bother you?" He asked again.

A guy had flirted on you earlier, and you didn't seem comfortable with the situation. "If anybody hurts you, I'm going to prison for life."