Ang hadn't made it far into the crowd when his words hit her. She stutter-stepped, turning to cast a dubious look at Mr. Zabini over her shoulder. His words said more than what they meant to; he knew of her job somehow, or at least that she traveled for work. Either he really was a seer or he was some creepy. She highly suspected the latter.

She turned around quickly, marched right up to him and had the front of his jacket in her fist before she really thought about it. "Someone is going to get hurt if you don't leave me alone and it won't be me or one of my colleagues." She growled, voice low, thankful that he didn't have much on her in height.  Angie had never suffered serious injury, nor had any of her companions when she traveled for work. She was good at her job, better than most because she worked her ass off to be so and some feeble attempt to "warn" her otherwise was not going to get under her skin.

"Walk away Mr. Zabini before I make you." She may have been overreacting, but despite the urgency to his voice, she was not going to be fooled. She let go of his clothes roughly and stalked away.