Little bursts of anxiousness went off in her head as she witnessed the inmidiate reaction the man had towards her words. He scrunched up his nose in annoyance and wriggled a little like her venom-coated words actually stung his skin. This made her feel somekind of satisfaction in her chest, and though she would've liked to answer with a big smirk on her face, the slight worry of getting into another altercation so soon after Ptarmigan made her keep her composture.
At least until the envious monster inside her head made her flare her nostrils and raise her tail in defiance once more, "It's hard enough to adjust to you" she snapped, her upper lip curling back to reveal her pink gums and razor sharp teeth.
Stupid and unprepared.
That's how Mordecai might have seen the girl, and honestly that what she felt like sometimes -- of course she would die before pronouncing such words and bleed out before making such confessions to the tawny Ostrega.
