"Thank you," Natasha said, waiting a moment. For the man to look her in the face. She briefly fantastized about flipping him onto his back and jamming her heel just shy of his crotch. You know, to prove a point.
But that would be unlady-like and she was here to discuss a charity thing. She folded her arms over her chest, which really, only emphasized matters, "I can get the door myself, if you're done admiring the view?"