Jyn nearly laughs. She doesn't, because nothing about this is really funny, but it's a close thing. If he thinks she's a crazy bitch now, then he should see what she's really capable of. She could make him regret ever setting foot outside his front door if she wanted to, and she is deeply tempted. Maybe that would make him think twice next time he considers accosting a stranger in a bar. Two things keep her from escalating things: the fact that the white noise of the bar has quieted to a hush, probably as people turn to stare at the scene that's begun to unfold, and the look she sees on Martin's face. This asshole would deserve every last thing she could do to him, but for Martin's sake, she thinks it would probably be better not to prolong this. The point has been made. Martin is no longer facing any sort of threat. She can let this go, though she still doesn't intend to give him any room to retaliate, even the man's insistently jerky movements not enough to shake the grip she has on him.

"I'll get the fuck off if you get the fuck out," she says, the words a vicious snarl. Then, abruptly, she straightens, dragging him up with her and turning to shove him with all her strength towards the door of the bar. "And remember this next time you want to get handsy with someone saying no."

She hopes he remembers it more often than that. She hopes his nose is broken, as she suspects it is, and he remembers it every time he looks in the goddamn mirror. That, though, she doesn't say. Instead, breathing heavily, her skin still feeling hot and tight with rage, she finally acknowledges the rest of the room, the eyes on her. As much as she hates being watched, this was utterly worth it. "Alright, show's over," she announces. "Nothing more to see here."

Finally, she turns to Martin, her expression softening a little, and just a bit wary. She may have stepped in to help him, but she's also aware of what he's just seen her do. "You alright?"