[Okay, so Dickson was talking to Alfendi, not to her.

But that sure doesn't stop Alice from twisting at the waist so that she can be semi-facing him, balling her hand into a fist, and punching him as hard as she possibly can. To be fair, "as hard as she can" might not mean much to someone as musclebound as Dickson, but...]

You should know better than to interfere, [She snarls, her voice like ice.] If you keep poking your nose where it doesn't belong, someone's going to lay you flat.