She kept herself from practically snarling. She didn't like these men being so close to her. Any of them! She also kept herself from spitting in the man's face, it was her first instinct, but right now she couldn't afford it. That didn't mean she wasn't exuding her toughest and most confident exterior. The addition of another man made her feel even more nauseous, just out of sheer hate. "I got it from my gran," she said glaring at the one who'd initially held her. "And if this is how you treat someone out here training to help the Ministry then I think your manners need a tune up!" The bravado suited her. And she was lying of course, she'd never help the ministry but still. What else could she say?
Zee didn't like the way the newest member was looking at her. She'd seen that look before, two years earlier when she'd been dealing with a stalker who was now - in the future - locked up. She got a bad vibe from him, his hand moved to her hair and roughly yanked her head back. She really should have put her hair up. Oh he wanted to put a leash on her. "Oh yeah? Well some people like it kinky," she spat. "Maybe you'll find your perfect bitch somewhere else."
She wasn't a Lycan. She didn't care what they were saying. It wasn't true. She didn't change. She didn't do anything... out... of the ordinary? The man let go of her and she took a step back, gritting her teeth. The best way to get through a situation was to power through it! She knew this. But then her brothers - all Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff - were more level headed than she. They always had been. She was...different.
Zee tore her arm out of Grim's grasp, using her strength - it was easier working against him than it had been the first one who'd grabbed her. The Lycanthrop.... She gripped her wand tightly, holding herself back. Hexing them wouldn't do any good. They'd left and she was left with Grim. She took a step back, now holding her wand up. She could take him, she was almost sure. "So, the coffee bloke," she said it, trying for intimidation. "Down to two. Do you really want to go up against a professional duelist?" She had gotten a slight look at his ring, and she saw they were the same but her gran had given her this. And right now? She wasn't too thrilled with him. "Does that pleasant girlfriend of yours know what you do?" She didn't know if he'd identify her from the conversation or not. But she was standing strong just in case, a spell on her lips in case.