Shit. She recognizes this guy's face from earlier, and it dawns on her suddenly just how careless their conversation had been. Of course they looked like easy marks!

What a stupid little girl you've been, Katherine. It's just like your friends told you, ages ago. Careless, and unprepared.

But when the man whimpers his reply in French, gurgling as Alice finally releases him -- tosses him -- floundering in her direction, there's a loud click in the back of Kate's mind. She follows his steps with her gun, follows his eyes with her eyes, the cold ice of her glare inescapable.

You will not make a helpless little girl out of me.

I will not be a helpless little girl again.

Those days are over.