She snorted despite her fear. "You aren't the first person to say that to me," she said truthfully, her shoulders hunched high and her hands still up to guard her chest. Takeda used to say shit like that all the time.

Megumi's eyes were trained on Haru's feet, she was too frightened to look at his face. If she watched his stance, she'd be able to tell which way he'd break if he lunged for her. Her heart was pounding in her ribcage like a rabbit's. God dammit, she scolded herself inwardly, she'd gone and gotten herself into the stupidest situation. There wasn't anyone around and here she was alone in this alley with a person who seemed rather unpredictable. She could hear a little voice in her head hoping that someone would come and whisk her away so that she didn't have to deal with it.

No. Sanosuke wasn't around to punch people in the face for her. Kenshin wasn't here to make a dramatic speech. It was up to her or nothing, she had to handle this herself for once. Megumi took a deep breath. "Don't... touch me, please," she asked, mustering her courage. She tried to manage to sound firm but remain polite. "I have only just met you, Haru-san. I don't know you well." To tell the truth, she didn't even exchange touches with those she did know well-- but that was too much to let a strange man know.

If this man Haru wasn't going to accept that, she figured, it'd bring the situation to level two. She ran over her options for defending herself while waiting for his reaction.