Otter Creek it's the screams, baby

Rather than attacking him then and there as Zhenya might have in her younger days, she watches him carefully and allows his mocking behavior, though her defenses never wain. As he circles, she makes sure that their eyes remain locked, a growing annoyance burning in her chest. What do you want? she questions bitterly through closed teeth. She doesn't enjoy the confrontation, and would rather have it done with as soon as possible, despite the clear evidence behind just how difficult it will be.

Still, Zhenya is confident she can hold herself, need be.

I don't have time to waste. So like I said, fuck off, or tell me what you want.