[ She keeps her face neutral until he looks her over-- then and only then she sneers at him, taking a step closer. ]
Chicken out from what? Your beating?
Sorry, Callie.
[ And then she quickly grabs him by the bowtie and lands a punch square in the jaw. She releases him and steps back a pace, falling into a fighting stance. ]
Pow! Right in the kisser.
You wanna call me names? Fine. You wanna look at me like that? Okay. But you ain't gonna call my girl Jane that nasty ass shit. She's drop-dead gorgeous, a genius in the kitchen, and a kick-ass friend. All sorts of stuff you could only dream of being.