Satisfied that the rude male had stopped, the redhead continued picking the foods he desired just as calmly as they had been. It wouldn't do to actually have a fight here, not at this time, and certainly not involving food like a wasteful delinquent. All he wanted was to assert that any attempt to mess with it would not be tolerated, and that appeared to have been achieved. Retracting the tentacles back under the skirt as if they had never appeared in the first place, she took the plate of fish in his free hand and brought the food over to a less occupied part of the room.