Oh no, she's cute. Iman tosses the woman a big boastful grin just as she catches the man's fist in her metal hand, ooh man that's gotta smart. "Don't worry, doll," she says. "This is what I do."

She turns back, throws her weight forward, pulling the mugger up and rolling him neatly over her back, flat onto his, landing hard on the sidewalk. She places her foot lightly on his shoulder, bending down to smile at him.

"You lose," she says pleasantly. "Looks like I get to keep my wallet."

She ignores his muffled cussing and groaning, stepping off and turning to assess the woman she's just saved, who looks reasonably unharmed, just - well, baffled mostly. And did she mention cute.

"Ma'am," she says with a big smile, holding out her non-metal hand. "You all right, there?"