There was a yawn, a quite obviously pointed right at Mac, as if she was boring him. Which in reality, she was boring the fuck out of him. There was a small shift of his weight as he didn't even acknowledge here existence. He simply just put the pieces back together of his five-seven, and moved it back to the small of his back. Once he knew that the pieces would not go missing, he stood up.
There was an aura of disobedience and chaos around him. He was a simple man with very simple tastes. He looked Mac in the eye, his smile gone, now bored and annoyed with the situation. "Fuck of, you little twat."
With that stated, he turned and walked away, with out much of a care. It wasn't in his nature to turn his back, but really, how much could this girl do?