[ she's unable to save herself from stumbling at his push. annoyed at him, she huffs and tries to recompose herself by shifting her shoulders and standing taller. she's over five hundred years old, she's outlived so many horrible things and people that she refuses to let him push her humanish self around. ]

I don't know. You're annoying?

[ she knows that's not what he's asking, but this is the answer he earns himself. ]

You were once hot, but then you pushed me and I almost fell into a ditch and broke my neck, so now I hate you.