That is a close call--much too close. And Allura would prefer not to lose any limbs to this stranger. Whatever is the source of his ire will have to be found out after the fact. She moves to disarm him but instead finds his hands at her throat.

She inhales a sharp, choked breath.

"I have done nothing! I'm not your--" Breathe. "Enemy!"

Allura reaches out to grab him by the collar and, if she can, tosses his weight to the side with the hope that he will release her in the process. It wouldn't be the first time that she's thrown a grown man around.