[ She'd have to be an idiot to not notice the posture shift, although she doesn't back down. She'd tried to go her own version of respectful and look how that panned out. ]

I'm not fucking talking about fallout from the aliens, looters or damaged buildings. I'm talking about a guy who decided to step in to clean up Hell's Kitchen by blowing it to pieces. I'm talking about a guy who can control someone's every thought and move. Someone who got a power boost and could control groups. Someone that I fucking dealt with so that he didn't force hundreds of people to kill each other. So he couldn't tell someone to go throw themselves off the nearest building or kill their parents in the fucking elevator --

[ She didn't realize it, didn't catch herself... But by the end she's yelling and extremely grateful she wasn't holding anything. Without waiting for a response, she leaves her spot behind the bar - exercising all self restraint to not just jump it. It'd be hard to take the extremely long pull she wanted if she'd had to focus on something more than walking. She doesn't move fast enough that if Natasha really wants to continue to conversation, she could stop her. But, she's also not sticking around to see. ]