With my luck, she's giving some sort of gang sign that will inevitably lead, through however many twists and turns, to my being beaten to a pulp. If you're going to be beaten to something, pulp is not what you want to shoot for. I'd put in a request for being beaten to the consistency of silly putty, see where it went. When I was younger, I used to dream that I was made of silly putty and I would press myself against people and then transfer their image to a canvas and people would marvel at the likeness and give me a grant. I've come to realize the impracticality of that dream in the intervening months, because silly putty doesn't have eyes and, with my luck, I would press myself up against a gangbanger, and then I'd be back at square one.