Any chance of Roman controlling her anger vanished when he touched her. Glaring at his hand on her shoulder she lets her arms drop to her sides her hand going to rest on the grip of her sword. "Let go of me!" She spit the words her gaze flicking from his hand then gives him a once over he's every bit the heartthrob that generally attacked women. "I'm not a barmaid or a 'working girl'! Turn around now and be on your way or I promise you won't like what happens next." Noticing his weapons she inches her sword out of it's sheath.