Sophie just stared at him, unimpressed by what she thought was disgusting proof of his lack of control between his forms. She was immediately pegging him as immature, as someone who could not even manage himself in two bodies with the way his features shifted with emotion. "You're such an animal, you have no right to judge me or keep my things hostage," she said as calmly as she could, trying to reason with him.
"Just let me take my bag, the one I came here with, and I'll leave. That's all. Just want what's already mine. Mine. Not yours. Mine," she emphasized each with a pointed finger at his chest or her own before once again trying to step around him for it.