Mac may have been young compared to others in the tribe, but she was a gang leader for a very good reason. She didn't take shit from anyone and she could hold her own against arrogant pricks like the one sitting before her. The nerve. Well, this was exactly how newbies learned their place and started to know what 'chain of command' meant.
The tone in his voice had Mac wanting to outright smack him, but the disassembled gun in his hand deterred her. It wasn't the danger of it, it was the respect of it. If she was cleaning her gun and someone caused her to lose parts, she'd raise hell. So she'd wait for her physical reaction until it was most needed.
Her face hardened and her eyebrow raised. "You're telling me to get out of your face?" she snickered lightly at the thought. "Fuck you. I can be in your face all the fuck I want," she said steadily and precisely, "That's my right. You on the other hand. You don't have any fucking rights. You haven't earned them yet."
Mac wanted him to look at her, eye to eye, but she wasn't about to lower herself to him, fuck no. She had to keep her stand. "Get. On guard stand. Now." she said threateningly. She wasn't playing games, the next time wouldn't be a verbal order. The next would be pain and blood.