Art always has some of the best stories.
A few decades back at UVa we had a pervert who was hiding in the far women's shower stall to watch women coming in and out of the showers. As it turned out, this stall was Rosanna's favorite. And Rosanna was a very smart (PhD scientist) feminist with a big heart but a chip on her shoulder. So she drops her towel, swings the curtain open, and the two of them briefly had an ET-meets-Drew-Barrymore moment
Rosanna was the first to recover - much to the dismay of the young pervert. And she wasn't gentle. Her only injury was from a shoken that missed his head and hit the wall behind him. Nudity may have been a problem for him, but not for her. She only saw red.
As the police were scouring the building, I finally found the pervert hiding with his hands over his head under a bench in the men's locker room. She identified him with a nod, and the idiot confessed.
Later in court when the pervert complained that the woman (now dressed in a business suit) beat him up, the judge couldn't contain himself.
Did it take scenario training to bring this out of Rosanna? No. It was in her when she walked into my classroom. My job with her - and every student presents a unique opportunity - was to focus and channel all the intellectual and emotional energy that she already brought to the table.