Bellatrix's anger evaporated as quickly as it had appeared, along with most of the saliva in her mouth. She waved her finger like she really wanted to apparate a glass of wine into her hand, before she stood and walked over to the liquor cabinet. If by walk you mean sashayed. She wouldn't give Caprica the satisfaction. She'd be honey badger, and not give any fucks.
Still, she filled a glass with more brandy than was strictly necessary, "You act like you can stroll in and get whatever you want, Six."
She knew if she looked at her her legs would grow weak and she'd find it impossible to maintain her front.