It does, if only for a moment. Her hands have balled into fists, and she seems right ready to clock the Master there, in the middle of the Sanctum, in front of all the whelps--

She doesn't, if only because there's a part of her chiding the rest. Surion wouldn't appreciate it. And Deathwing-- who's to say what he thinks, really? Riven sees the fire on the Master's hands, and that seals it. She has no desire to make this the hill she dies on.

Today. "You aren't worth the effort," she spits, but it's disingenuous; only half true at best. If Noxus hadn't been filled with his type, if she didn't know where this ended, maybe she could say it in all earnesty.

Her scowl only deepens as she adds on a friendly warning: "Watch your step, Master."