[She knows what he's doing and she wants to glare at him, but instead she pulls her hands to her sides and balls them up into fists. She will start concentrating her energy into a scream now. Just in case.

But she can't let him win by advancing on her, so she takes a step forward, hips swaying for distraction even if she doesn't actually expect Scott to be distracted by her body like Stiles is. She's still smiling, though.]

Oh, sweetie, you're not my Alpha, remember? You know you don't intimidate me.

Speaking of Alpha, don't you have some more low rank losers to recruit for your pack?