Ailee, in all honesty, was not mortally offended by being called a rat. Yes, sure, it might be vaguely speciest but to be fair she could only pick Lucien out from a crowd of humans by looking for the ugliest shirt. Besides, a fashion trend for nezumi girls was to wear ear rounders that made them look more like rodines and men were generally blind to makeup, let alone how makeup applied to culture. That wasn't anything she couldn't control. Her previous outburst on this topic was more due to being accused of being a spy than accused of being a rat. 

But being called [i]little[/i]?! She was [i]uncharacteristically tall[/i] (for a rodine)!! In girl's high school she'd been a full head higher than the crowd, a trait that caused the girls to cast her as the brooding prince in all of their romantic fantasies. She'd left an entire graduation party heartbroken when she'd opted to stay home and study rather than accept any one of the written confessions that filled her locker like confetti. 

She snatched the mallet from the clown. "I," she snarled, "am on the upper end of the bell curve of height. [i]You[/i] are below average for a human. When I reach the Heart," her fingers sizzled with energy around the metal, releasing an acrid smell of vaporized iron, "I will more clearly establish the laws of relative size in this fallen and worthless cosmos. Now stand the fuck back."

She was going to prove that she was as disproportionately strong as she was tall. She was going to win a prize. See if she wasn't.

(A brief disclaimer, though: Ailee's supernaturally infused pride and casual wielding of massive weapons made out of weaponized vice has distracted her from the fact that she has noodly nerd arms and would have difficulty opening a tight jar).