There is a beat in which she sets her jaw very hard, and so the scoffing sound she eventually makes cannot be entirely reflexive. Rather, it's thing she forces. A placeholder. Something to fill the silence or to bolster herself with. She does not however cross her arms; that would be stupid. Instead, Wysteria satisfies herself with lifting her chin by a series of haughty degrees.

"Oh, I see. So today you respect my work. What convenient timing you have, Mister Ellis."