He looked at her more fully when the anger tinged her words. The glare disappeared. If it were possible to see them, she'd know both of his eyebrows had shot up.
... Maybe there was something more Kristoff had seen in her after all.
His voice took on a tinge of irritation as he spoke, however. "Yes. We will arrange for a plane to take you home. Kristoff will be escorting you, of course. I do not need someone here who tries to interfere in our laws. For someone who proclaims to want to do good, you seem to have the wrong idea of how people operate. You especially do not seem to have an inkling concerning my son and his responsibilities."