Hearing someone speak, Beatrix turned to cast her snobbish, dual-coloured glare at the person who approached her.

"...That's not my name!" she fumed, crossing her arms, "how can you not know my amazing and illustrious name!"
The ignorance of the peasants could be quite astounding! It was bad enough when people ignored her greatness, but to not even know who she was?! Academy City was just filled with idiots, it seemed. This stranger was not qualified to help!

...Then again, she was the only one that offered. And since demands were strangely ineffective...

"Nevermind that..." sighed the little gothic-lolita, and pointed at her shopping, "I need help with those. Take them home, will you?"

There. [i]Much[/i] better.