Deepwood Weald i was going to cover that in the hear-me-out portion.

she blinks, caught off guard. she does not know what shorty mcgrumpy means, nor has anyone called her that before, but she assumes pretty clearly it is bad. her surprise lasts only a moment before giving way to ire, which only intensifies as she realizes she does not know how to handle this situation further. for a moment, the urge to bite his face is overwhelming, but she does not think that would be fair, and certainly would throw a wrench in her new interest in becoming more tactful.  

instead, she deflates. "I'm hela." gimlet stare eyes him a moment longer, and then, "why're you yelling?"