[-- but Maya keeps talking, oblivious to whatever it was he was going to say.]

So I guess it's like. I mean, look. I'm a New Yorker. I know how to take care of myself. I know what to do when someone pulls out a knife, or if someone gets a little grabby on a subway. But the kind of stuff that happens here? It's bigger. So I need something bigger too.

[She tucks the pendant away, hesitant to leave it exposed for too long. It belongs over her heart.]