[Potential 3. Hopeless. Insecure. Afraid. Angry.]

Anathet's gaze is at the man on the ground, then it slowly tracks upwards to the gorgeous bouncer. Oh dang, that hair must take so much work, and her aura, there's some reds mixed in there from having to beat up the guy, but she's got this beautiful blue and gold confidence swirling back there that kind of matches Anathet's own preferred colors. 

She blushes, which she's sure the bouncer will take as the shyness of a lost child. She's not going to let this stop her though, no no no! Anathet shakes her head, which again, probably looks like a lost kid denying it. "I'm just short" she says, trying to get her voice back. She is not doing well at presenting confidence, but that's fair since she's not really feeling confident so much as reckless. So lean into it, right? "I came here to come here, and I can take care of myself, don't worry." She's pouting beneath her veil a bit, but her legs and her shoulders are set forward in a way that says [i]I'm stubborn and won't take no for an answer[/i].

So yeah, the bouncer is in the way and Anathet looks at her with a mixture of stubborn determination and not some small attraction. "Maybe, if you're not too busy, you can show me the place though?" Oh no! Was that too forward? The bouncer's going to patronize her now, right? Ugh, better brace herself for this.