Neos raises a single eyebrow. Not at Hope leaving-- that's entirely expected. If she hadn't suddenly discovered that she could stand against this, she would have fled as well!

But at the fact that stranger shouted an apology? That implies that that one knows more than they're letting on. Eyes on the fight--

The wave is sidestepped by millimeters, close enough that one catches her in the armored shoulder. Neos, however, is focused on the words The Evil Dance Instructor Your Mother Warned You About is saying.

And, without changing her slightly raised eyebrow, says, "Ah. You are an idiot."

"Wh--"

Neos is caught in the beat, moving with it, even as she delivers a punch to its midsection. "Even if there were such a thing as a true face--"

She leans away, a razor-sharp compact disc carving a chip from her armor. "And even if this is mine--"

Ah. Handplant kick.

"That doesn't change that you--" She catches it, wincing a little. Even partially stopped, toe-to-toe, this thing packs a wallop. "just make people your puppets!"

She hauls it up and slams it into the floor as the bass drops, cracking the concrete.