Her arms folds across her chest; defensive, angry, annoyed. She lets out a huff of breath, watching him carefully. She does not understand the words but she watches his body language and watches, trying to understand what it was he had done. Meta? She had seen enough of them here to make her think that was the case.

"Perhaps," Cass replied in answer to his question. She knew what was right and what was wrong even if she sometimes was hazy on some of the things. "Then that is because they do not have enough training, there are ways to take someone down without resorting to... deadly force. There is a hn, breath between death and life that all people could achieve if they practised. Then no deadly force would be needed, just force."

Cass shook her head. "Good people do not kill in this city. I will not allow it."