Still haven't gotten that one yet...
an excerpt

“Oh, Marissa! Marissa Gillman! And, if you wanna just talk, that's cool, that's fine...” She said and began rifling through her purse. “Just let me get my....PEPPER SPRAY!” She exclaimed and tore a small bottle of pepper spray from her purse and let the searing particles fly into the man's face. When she heard a scream of pain, she took it as her cue to make herself scarce.