Well now she's cross. not nearly as upset as him, but she is looking down that fine nose at him and tilting her head back, eyes narrowed as she thinks this one over. She could probably rip his arm off and beat him with it as Tenryuu is always threatening to do. But where would be the point of that?

She steps forward, into his personal space. There is a whiff of...burning chemicals, salt water, and the air temperature drops a few degrees as if there's an air-conditioning unit turned on nearby. "I, Battleship Yamato, shall not forget this." She turns so close to him that her long ponytail smacks him in the face, and leaves to find someone more cooperative.