"Watch it yourself!" It's a natural instinct to push this woman away out of pure principal. It's vampiric instinct to sink her teeth into the breather's neck. But Eponine prevents herself from doing either. Instead, she glances Bulma up and down, though her gaze lingers on the pendant she wears.

"You walked into me, Madame. I were just stood. P'raps if you weren't to have such a thing as your phone?" She holds her hand out. This is perhaps the most polite and least forceful mugging in the world.