She slaps his hand away, drawing back, her eyes burning with indignation as it flares up as readily as wood thrown on a fire. "Then do not presume to know me, to know anything about a world you no longer have a part in. You're dead. You saved your people. Your place, if any, is in Cyrodiil and nowhere near me."

The sound of her title on his lips is enough to finally incense the fire within her. Fists clenched, head held high, she hardly thinks of her actions before she shouts. "Fus ro dah!"