"You," Dafne said irritably as she noticed the almost threatening way Mac was staring at her. "Can just stop that," she informed him. "Because you know as well as I do that you have to behave." She finished up collecting her books and rose to her thoroughly unimposing--almost amusing really--5 feet, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Besides, just because your teeth happen to look sharp--and...could be sharp," she rambled. "Doesn't change the fact that I'm just as strong as you are. So, you can just cut it out and quit acting like you own this part of the quad."
She'd certainly dealt with enough people annoying her while she sat outside to know that this was a communal area.
"I'm sorry about kicking you though," she added contritely.