[If Beatrix were more a humorous sort, she might take a great deal of joy in it. Instead, what she sees is a reaction that she suspects is likely very similar to what Garnet might have given her in a similar situation. But it only lasts for a breath or two, because she's more caught up in the display. At least the only thing Beatrix does is freeze over lakes.

She supposes there's something charming about bursting flower petals.]

It was nothing.

[Beatrix draws up a hand and sweeps back her hair in that haughty fashion of hers.] It will take more than a mere noctaere to bring me down, even when it attempts to use a man against me. [She scowls just once more and offers up her shoulders in a casual shrug.] There would have been little reason to hold concern for me. I am more frightening than anything we will ever see in such dreams.