Pidge's glare only gets angrier and her growl gets...growlier, but she shuts her laptop. And her eyes.

"Fine, but let me finish my lunch first." She pivots back around and picks up her fork. She spears a green bean and holds it in that no-man's-land between tray and mouth, staring at it for long enough that it's obvious she's seething about being forced to stop.

"You know you're not my dad, right?"