Lucy narrowed her eyes at the man. His greeting was anything but polite and it got her hackles up. He seemed to have no regard for propriety, and that was extremely galling. When one bumped into someone, you apologized and accepted their gratitude or scolding with manners and grace. Well, in Lucy's case, she handled it with manners only. Grace was not one of her many charms, sad to say.
"It appears to me that the only "beastie" on this walk would be you, sir. Kindly take yourself back to whatever mists you think you've been summoned from and leave me be." There, she'd used her manners. And with that, she brushed past him. She did have somewhere to be, after all. She had to make it to the pick up point before the courier did, because if she was late, the courier would, of course, be there when she arrived and her cover would be blown.