As the gentleman stepped around her, his finger trailing across her shoulder, everything in Lucy screamed to run. To flee as he suggested, but she had to keep her wits about her. She would not fall prey to anyone or anything. "That, sir, seems quite inappropriate when we haven't even been properly introduced." She bravely put forth, turning to look behind her and catch his eyes. A practiced coy smirk on her lips despite her inner turmoil.