[He's leaning into her personal space. Mami regrets two things; first, that she can't summon a pistol with a thought and soul-crushing alien magic, and more immediately, that she backs up. It's instinctive, but a show of weakness.

Then, she makes such a face at what he says.] My being a woman has nothing to do with my ability to cook, mister.

...But suffice to say. [Her nose wrinkles.] I am an accomplished cook. I have made fantastic cakes, for one. And pies. And things besides baked goods.