Normally she wasn't so abrasive. Well, that's not entirely true. She has always lacked tact when it came to certain more... delicate situations, but it was something she worked at and perhaps if she hadn't been slightly sleep deprived and more than a little cranky it wouldn't have been quite so bad. As it were the entire situation had reached a definite boiling point. Maybe it's just a survival instinct. She notices the confusion followed by anger on his face, even if she hadn't she could scent it just as tangibly. Her eyebrows raise slightly as he leaps into a tirade, his words hurried even as his face flushed with irritation. So it was his other neighbor that was ultimately the instigator of the entire, unfortunate situation. She did, however, have to admit she admired the fact that not one during the entire rant did his eyes drop from hers.

Eye contact is a predatory thing. Had he dropped his gaze or looked away it would have told her just as much about him as the fact that he didn't. Her body relaxes, delicately rocking back onto her heels as her slender hands came to rest on her hips. Despite the severity of the entire situation she couldn't help the quiet laugh that fell from her lips. Still he seems to recover from his own outburst, a sigh that almost sounded conciliatory seeming to break the tension before he started again. This time she does truly laugh, a smile crossing her features that while genuine still had an underlayment of dangerous voraciousness.

His question hung in the air around t hem like a loaded gun, and for a moment she just held his gaze with that same smile. Pushing forward she leaned in closer to him, as if she might tell him a secret before whispering, "Hold that thought" just loud enough for him to hear above the cacophony next door and disappearing down the corridor. From his vantage point he may not have seen much, though he could well have heard the pounding of her fist on the door, raised voices and what may have been a few growls before the music volume dropped dramatically and a door slammed.

In a flash she was before him again, the same grin on her pink lips. "I actually don't have any cookies, but if you do that would be great!" With the neighbor silenced the twang of her voice can finally be heard. For a moment she stoops down, scooping up Grayson and looking back to him expectantly. "Oh and milk if ya have it!"