Thinking rationally was about as accurate of an assessment as one could make about the state that had led to her tossing the pouch. A logical Betsy would have realized she should at least take a look at it's contents. A logical Betsy would have even realized that it would have been beneficial for her to at least play nice with the first person she'd actually met here. Unfortunately, in her current state, she'd been a little less than logical.

Just a little bit though. Luckily by the time the man had approached the storm of her temper had quelled some and she managed to not stare daggers at him. It was certainly an impressive day for her.

"Elizabeth," she said in response to his calling her miss. "Elizabeth Braddock. I don't suppose we could agree to pretend you didn't see that."