The young man's strange comment didn't mean anything until her arms were suddenly pulled downward: Hard. Parsley leaned forward and landed flat on her stomach, her breath knocked out of her. She gasped for breath, and she used it as soon as she caught it to curse the man. "You piece of-" She coughed, still not able to stand up. Her dress had been lifted just far enough to reveal a pulsing tattoo spiraling up her leg. She noticed after a few seconds and shifted her leg to cover it, before standing up and glaring at the man.