She chats

As Bella and you enter the bar, people in there quiet for a moment. She fits in, but she's a stranger, and you don't fit in at all. They aren't actually sure how to react. Some of them observe you, and you get really nervous.

"Stop shaking, idiot! They are like sharks, they sense fear!" Bella whispers to you.

"I'm trying!"

A tall guy dressed in a biker leather comes to you, and eyes you suspiciously.

"Who the fuck are you? Wha are ya doin' here?"

"He's with me." Bella answers calmly.

"So who the fuck are you?"

"Just a gal who wanted to have some fun with her new boy. Any problems with that, dude?"

He seems to calm down.

"Who are ya runnin' with?"

"No one."

"What?" He seems offended. "Sweetie, ya better be ridin' with the Sharks, or Devil's Stepsons!"

Her eyes are icy now. She looks at that guy with hatred.
"Do not call me 'sweetie'."

"OR WHAT?"

Uh-oh. Should you hide?