[Benson]

She fumed and stomped her heel into his shoe, not that it would really do anything. It was more the meaning of the action than the damage. She then harrumphed with her nose held high and pivoted away. Like she was going to share a stage, plus, she didn't think that woman was any prettier than her. Hm-mph.

She instead then went back to chat up with those men at the table.