Belle narrowed her eyes at the guy. He was starting to get just a little too pushy for her tastes.
"Well aren't you just positively primeval," she said when he insinuated they couldn't look after themselves. "But if you try to stop us I will show you just how well we can look after ourselves," she said with a sweet smile but with a warning in her eyes. She didn't like Neanderthals.
She took Ellise's hand reassuringly. "I don't know what kind of girls you're used to dealing with," she told Gaston, her chin held up stubbornly. "But I am not like them. So excuse us."

When she stepped around Gaston and started to walk away, Ellise in tow, the driver made a move towards her. Belle whirled around, putting herself between her friend and the driver. His hand came towards her and she grabbed it, bending it back at the wrist.
"Bitch" he snarled.
"Grunt," she responded.
His other hand formed into a fist and headed for her face.