Jack: Fake your way out of this.
You start to pull out a few excuses you've saved up your ass for one such occasion. DEFALCATOR could always pull much better doe-eyes than you, but you're going to try for that hard sell nonetheless.
Gal probably came running because the AUTHORITY REGULATOR around your ankle detected far too much aggressive jabbing for a trash picking routine. You decide to play that angle, claiming it was simply a cramp, you see. A really arms-thrust-worthy cramp.
She doesn't buy your faux-impassioned Kansas city shuffle, but doesn't seem to be here for the infraction. Says she had to come on urgent business: the HIGHER UPS are heading to the golden kingdom's COURTHOUSE. Gonna decide what to do in regards to IT.
You ask what IT is. She says the shield, duh. You say oh. She says yeah.