"You sure would." This encounter is a matter of pride: Domino's points are valid, and Beatrix recognizes that. The problem is her condescension, disrespect, which rankles against that warrior's honor Bea's lived her life by.

BB reaches up to take her mother's hand, and Bea squeezes the little girl's and steps back. Her gaze is still icy, vigilant now against the greeter and Domino alike. Funny how threatening goons seems such a better idea now that she's a mom, when the risks are far worse.

"Don't think I've forgotten about you," she snaps at the greeter, and arches an eyebrow at Domino. "So am I to take it you're one of the smarter people to piss off?"