She thought she could defeat me. She was wrong.
This look says “you again?!”.
Hmmm. Should I run? How should I handle this intruder?</
I know. If I don’t look at her she won’t be there.
In fairness, the grumpy mood is not her fault. I mean, how would you feel if you, a female through and through, had a dad who named you Juan Won Carlos? I mean, Really!?