Guinevere Stark
Guin raised an eyebrow. She didn't like the idea of pretending everything was fine and that some pedophile hadn't just been staring at Lance. She would have been slightly more comfortable with the situation if the man had been staring at her - she was in the news a lot more than Lance was. It helped (or rather hurt) to have a famous attention obsessed mother who was willing to use Guin's emotional struggles for her five minutes in front of the cameras. But Lance? He kept a relatively low profile, with few knowing he was the son of the Hulk until he chose to introduce himself as Lance Banner.
"Are we really going to pretend that everything's fine?" Guin asked. "Because you know who does that? White people in horror movies - the ones that don't end up with everything being just fine!" she pointed out. "You know when else we acted like everything was fine? When Hammer started schmoozing Lance. And look how that turned out - we had to have a roller skating dance battle against killer poorly programmed robots!" Guin then crossed her arms. "I don't think we should just go riding rides if someone wants to hurt Lando."