He hadn't expected it to be easy, but the person he was wrestling was not making it easy for him. It was stupid of him to think he could simply restrain the person and then demand answers, but soon enough he felt elbows digging painfully into his ribs and someone far too squirmy to be held easily. Very nearly he had his chance to try and roll over and pin the mysterious person entirely, until his hand reaching to try and pin his quarry again fell upon his opponent's chest and felt something that other men didn't have.

It distracted him wholly and completely. Had there been any light at all, she would have seen him gaping stupidly. He uttered a muttered "Seven hells" just as she had managed to free herself from his vice grip. He did not make the effort to try and find her again. Instead he stated the painfully obvious. "You're a bloody woman."