Sorry this took so long, iluuu <3
Whoa, what, the dragon could talk? And it was British? Cassie was about to protest that it was the last creature on Earth that had any right to give a lecture on manners when it was wrecking a city and generally being an asshole, before she realized that it wasn't the the dragon speaking to her. It was its tiny (well, tiny to Stature) passenger. Her argument still stood, though, if this guy was controlling the monster.
"And I happen to think it's rather rude to incinerate a city block without asking first. I'm pretty sure they cover that one in Emily Post," she addressed the indignant little man on the angry dragon's head, unimpressed. Stature wasn't especially perturbed by its looming; she simply grew a few more feet to be just above its eye level before she aimed another punch towards its face. Probably she would be reaching her threshold in height soon, but Stature would keep pushing it if she had to.