The whiskey goes back down onto the bar so hard, some of it actually geysers upwards to splash on the bar. Then she's planting both her hands against the bar, one on either side of Yosuke.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you right-- I thought I heard you suggest that I'm a commodity, and that it's necessary for me to constantly telegraph what's between my legs so nobody has to 'guess' or feel uncomfortable.

"I'm not a man, I'm not a woman-- if that scares you, leave and go chase a skirt. But I'm not moving." Meaning Yosuke would have to duck under her arms to get out.