She scoffs in disbelief. "You're threatening me?" Then she suddenly takes a step towards him, rising to his challenges. She narrows her eyes and clenches her jaw. "I am not going to be treated like some puppet by an insolent bully."

"I am doing what I think is best, and I am not going to get caught up in your family feuds," she snaps. Gods, she wants nothing more than to challenge him on the spot. To defend her family's honour and her own pride. Instead her nails dig into her palms as her hands ball into tight fists. "I will not be punished for your prejudice, or because your brother didn't have the courtesy to tell us what to expect or how to navigate it."

Her eyes slide to the instruments and then narrow at Lawrence. "And I will not help you after how you've acted." She straightens and nods ever so slightly at him. "Now. I should return to my hosts." And then she'll turn and head for the door. She's well practiced in turning expressions of loathing into publicly acceptable smiles, but even this takes effort.