Calico raises an eyebrow at him. So he's scared of being touched? She'll have to remember that, for the next time. She doesn't reply, instead choosing to bite into the apple roll. It's not really her thing, but whatever. It keeps her mouth busy as she fights not to speak back, or squeak in fear. She can feel his anger; it's almost tangible. And her reaction, either yelling or running are both quite viable options.

But Cal wants to do neither. She wants to appear unbothered. So she swallows, breathes, and steps closer again, this time being careful not to touch. She doesn't WANT to anger him. Much.

"Don't tell me what to do. I'm - I'm not scared of you."

She blatantly is.