She whirled around, as well as she could whirl while kneeling, to face the interloper, brandishing a fry as though it were a sword.
She frowned at her "opponent", not sure if he was talking about the fact that she was using french fries, or the fact that her sculpture was pretty darn pathetic. This didn't work well without tooth picks she quickly learned.
"What are you trying to say?" she asked him. He was interrupting her flow of creativity here, and didn't he realize how important this was? Someone had to stick it to Fabio. No one else seemed to be volunteering to take on this very important challenge but her.