She meets the glare with a slight quirk of an eyebrow, as though cranky men roughly the size of two of her are merely a matter of course, and not any cause for concern. Or, apparently, for sympathy.

"Precisely," she says, the corners of her lips twitching slightly as the squirrel chatters at him. She doesn't speak rodent, but the fluffy little creature is clearly bold as brass, and that alone is delightful. "I haven't ever met a squirrel that cared one whit for titles, but they respond quite well to bribery."