"It would be unwise, I believe, to take another step."

Fabiola is not a fan of BREW herself right now, but she has a job to do, and she isn't going to let that get in the way of it. Besides, it wasn't as if she hadn't always been aware of the possibility-- she had just been ill-prepared for anything to actually happen. Regardless, the situation was one wherein she would not feel too badly about letting out her frustration with the situation as a whole. A hand slid behind her, fingers coming to rest on the weapon she had hidden in extra panels of fabric in her skirt.

"So if you would please move along? This does not have to become an altercati--"

It seemed, however, that Fabiola's size (or lack thereof) added to Mello's wasn't enough to dissuade them, and she ducked a fist, darted forward, and used her assailant's bent knee, bent from his lunge to strike her, as a springboard for the knee she introduced to his chin. Her hand slid away from her weapon as she landed, the man stumbling back but not out from her strike, and she raised both her hands in an 'oh well' sort of gesture.

"Okay. We'll do it your way."