The madder he got, the more she felt herself getting angry in return. And after all his ranting? She was more or less hitting that madder than hell point. It showed in the way her face scrunched up with an annoyed expression as he started to grow increasingly hostile with her. Fortunately for him, it was a short-lived bout she had with her anger as his realization to what she had said caused him to wisely shut-up. Surprising, he can be taught. There were some wonders greater than even that of alien robots.
"Yeah, Ladiesman," she started, her eyes looking him over, "I was following after you." Now came the awkward part. That good old fashioned question of why. This wasn't exactly the scene she, like, planned out in her mind. There was supposed to be a lot less talking involved and a bigger role for her lips. Distracting him from even bothering to ask her why. Oh well, at least it still served as a distraction. Just not like she would have liked it to be.