Julia grinned, standing up. "It's a good thing I never go anywhere without Gracia," She said, lifting the corner of her jacket to check that her favorite pistol was still holstered there, even though she could feel the weight of it. "I bet it's another group of 'purist' punks, picking on a couple of lost kids. People like that just make my blood boil." As she started walking, heading towards the seedier part of town, she fingered her necklace, what looked like an oversized iron alligator scale strung on a chain. "And I didn't forget, I just left those parts out because they didn't support my point."