She notices when he stares too long. It's uncomfortable, the way he's just looking at her. Is he sizing her up? Trying to estimate his chances with her? Waiting for a moment of hesitation from her--a chance for him to pounce? Well, he won't get that.

She tenses her arm, pulling back the arrow a little further, the back of her thumb resting against her cheek. The point is aimed at his chest. She waits for him to move even an inch towards anyone.

Her expression doesn't change as he sneers at her. "I doubt we have the same idea of fun. I'm not going to hurt them just to make them leave. And neither are you."