( An aggressive stranger. It's not such an unusual reaction, if he's in a similar situation to her own. And she's quick to fall into her role as "leader" and respond with practiced words and formal posture, a gloved hand lowering from the mistletoe she'd been reaching up to touch with curiosity.

The strangest thing, she notices, is that she doesn't mind him moving closer. Despite his rude words, it doesn't feel like a threat. If anything, it's almost as if she wants to invite it. )

Mm, no, I have no problem with you at all. My only problem is my mysterious arrival in this place. ( Her gloved hand extends in a rare hope for a shake. She's giving into this urge ever so slightly. It's a harmless one, even if she's aware of potential threats. )

Might you have the same problem? If so, I believe it might be in our best interests to cooperate with one another.