The ash-blond girl raised an eyebrow at this man's blatant display of confidence. At first she had given him quite a bit of respect for an apparent show of bravery but, soon, her eyes narrowed as he strolled toward her and became increasingly more brazen and impetuous. With each passing moment, this behavior brought forth the virtual chimes of the bells that heralded his impending doom.<br/><br/>She cocked an eyebrow at his words and almost laughed at their absurdity, easily dismissing them as a fool's play. But when he placed a hand upon her, she fixed him with a glare he would have never mistaken had he been giving her eyes his full attention. But, apparently, his mind was... elsewhere.<br/><br/>Fed up with his disrespectful and unwelcome advances, her temper flared. Unlike many girls, there was no wishy-washy behavior and no one was left wondering what this one was thinking. She scowled and looked down at the hand on her hip. Immediately, it burst into flame. With that she placed her right hand on Brendan's face and pushed him crudely away, turning to head toward the stairs without a word.