Jayati's instincts were torn between storming off in growing irritation at his attitude and complete lack of intimidation and keeping him where she could see him. She was also hesitant to let him have the satisfaction of letting him win whatever this was, and she told herself the excitement curling licking at her veins was just from earlier--not from encountering someone like him.
"Pretty sure people can't usually call the cops when I'm done, but if you just need someone to rescue you from the ditch you've been digging, I understand." False sympathy was not one of her best weapons, but it would do in a pinch to get a jab it when her ability to punch was limited, "You can stop calling me that anytime," She rolled her eyes, "They aren't what they used to be." They also had a history of treating women like shit, but that wasn't the point.