As soon as the hand reaches to grab her, Beverly tenses, immediately moving to pull out of her grip, the emotional mask falling away to make room for wariness and a piece of that terror that's sitting underneath it all. She is a tactile person normally, but she's never liked being touched by someone she doesn't like and Zelien changed all the rules anyway.

"Oh believe me. I will."

With a glare as icy as her voice, she finally pulls away, as roughly as she needs to, and makes her way quickly out. She can't get away quickly enough.