That punch to the nose was about the most satisfying thing ever. She kept her fists up, aware of the stares they were attracting and maybe even a few catcalls. She bared her teeth as she watched the wretch fall to the floor because his clothing couldn't handle being fisted like that. Her own fists were still curled into balls, but she dutifully stepped back and out of the way once Quentin started getting physical. As much as she could handle a man like Mister Longbottom on her own, it was still a man's world and all that. But she did say, "Are you quite finished, Mister Longbottom? Or is there anything else you'd like to add?" Her questions were rhetorical.