"Yeah..." Megara said softly, leaning back, no longer on the apparent attack. "Guess it is." It was hard to say how she was feeling at that moment -- disappointed? Relieved? Frustrated? She was looking down, face partially obscured by the heavy fall of her curling bangs. "I just want to know more about the man protecting me, you know?" She looked up, eyebrow arched and draped one long arm across the top of the booth's seat, casual. "You are gonna protect me, right?"