Her idea of handling it was exactly what Scott might have thought it to be. She would kill it without a second thought for threatening them. SHe'd done it before and expected to do it again. And then again. But at Scott's order, she bristled immediately, turning those very unhappy eyes on him once more. "A traitor that abandons his world and liege does not give me orders." And when he zipped around the thing, restraining it to the ground, she didn't look any happier at all. "It is my kill."
She wasn't happy about the other man, Midnighter, stepping in, either. Barda was handling it and they were really ruining all her fun and games. Or at least running her chance to blow off some steam at the fact she'd been caught off guard on multiple occasions in a single day. No, she didn't want this at all.
Arms crossed, she watched the two of them - and the snow falling around them and even Earth itself - as they discussed the creature's fate.