The man was cocky for someone who only had a few inches and little bulk on her, it had been awhile since a sober person had stood up to her when she was obviously being testy. At least, she was fairly sure he was sober, she was pretty good at judging how far gone people were. It was tantalizing, made her wonder if he wanted her to try and hit him or thought she was all bark and no bite.
There was still that itchy feeling under her skin that said not to have this man at her back, it should have made her more cautious and instead it egged her on.
She wasn't stupid, she knew he was dangling a piece of bait and she was biting but that knowledge didn't stop her, her ability to resist being goaded was not one of her strong suits. With open hands she gestured to her body, "If this is overcompensating what do you call your running mouth then?" That thought was laughable, compared to the others back home, especially the ones who had properly grown up in The Families her ink was minimal and the worst of her scars were still hidden, "No, no I did not, " Another grin, "Your self-preservation instincts need work, don't they pal?" The yankee in her voice showed itself as clear as her history on her knuckles when she crossed her arms in front of her while maintaining eye contact with him, while keeping an eye on his shoulders with her peripheral vision where the first the first signs of an attack would usually be. Old habits and all.