And damp. It had rained every day she'd been here even though John had promised her snow, something she hadn't seen since she was a child. Still, it wasn't raining at the moment, so she'd closed the umbrella and walked the three miles back to the hotel.
The boots she'd bought in the large indoor market the Earthers called a mall had spiky metal heels and she was absently considering putting sharpened metal heels on her combat boots (as opposed to her covert boots) when someone in the darkness said, "Pretty girls like you shouldn't walk alone. Some guy might get the wrong idea. Or the right one."
There was a gleam of a knife from the darkness and Teyla frowned at it. Stamped blade, inadequate joining to the handle. John had warned her about men like this. "Are you a," what was the word, "Mugger?"
She could make out greasy looking man as he stepped into the moonlight. "That and a bit extra for a fine thing like you."
Slimy men: The universal constant. "I was advised your laws allow for the use of deadly force for self defense."
"Lady, I've got a knife." He was advancing closer. "Whatever they taught you at the Y-"
He stepped within striking range and she swung her umbrella handle first at his head. There was a satisfying cracking noise and while he was stunned, she drew back and struck again, this time landing a blow on his genitals. He sank to his knees and then fell onto his side. Teyla placed one spikey heel on his chest and considered him. "Do you really think having vulnerable parts of your reproductive system outside your body is advantageous and superior?"
Before he could answer, she pressed the toe of her boot onto his windpipe and there was only darkness.