Elizaveta used the woman's descent to glance her over without putting the effort into moving. She wasn't impressed by what she saw, her view of the vampire made worse by the noticeable difference in age, but she wasn't about to assume that it gave her the upper hand in any given situation. That said, she sincerely hoped she was not supposed to find behaviour like that intimidating.
"Forgive me; I was not aware one could stake any sort of claim on public property," she heaved a sigh, the only open display of frustration she would allow herself to give right now. Really, unless this creature was of the Canis Lycaon house -- who all needed to be locked in some kind of correctional facility for dogs anyway -- she had no right to claim anything as her territory. At least when the Lycans and the weres did it there was some kind of honest mentality behind it. Refusing to be moved by that attitude, Elizaveta didn't move. She did not see this exchange ending well, though. And just as she had told Liliya the life of a socialite was dull. "I will remove myself from this metaphorical lake when I see fit, my dear. Until then, you will have to get used to my presence." Or you will die of it.