[ Yep, she definitely (almost) misses being the self before she'd remembered what lay past her anger. If she'd killed him back then, it definitely would have been from anger alone, not to prove her point, and even if she does it now, he's going to assume that is indeed the reason why she did it (and it would be, honestly).

But something flashes in her eyes and now she does walk closer to the bench-- if just to plant her foot solidly on the back of the bench right beside him. It's a very delinquent-esque pose. Half a bench kabedon. Amazing. ]

Pine after someone else. Save your sweet talk for someone else. Leave me out of your fantasies, because there's no way in hell I'm ever going to be seeking you out. [ Especially when he's busy? Please.

That being said, she draws her foot back with one more glare, then turns on her heel to stalk off like a highly affronted woman who is definitely going to deck someone who gets in her way. ]