There's a dark glaze to Ochako's eyes, like she's not fully there, or a veil has been pulled over her face or something. It's clear she's not entirely in control, though the way her face scrunches up, her fingers and arms shake and twitch, it's clear there's some form or struggle going on in her head. It would very, very easy to just touch Luz now, to activate Zero Gravity on her and either drop her to her death, or float her high enough a flying, predatory Beast nabs her...or she suffocates on the thin air. She's not even really fighting back, either, and that...

That may be what saves her. Ochako's teeth grind together, and a bead of sweat trails down her rosy cheek as her growls and grunts seem more and more strained, like she's fighting something back. The claws retract, but her pupils are still dilated like a cat's and Ochako just hisses, moving away again. It's a mercy, or maybe Ochako finally took some of her control back, but she spits over her shoulder.

"Not seeing your ugly face would make me feel best." And if Luz won't leave, Ochako will. She sneers at the girl one final time, particularly wobbly on her feet because her head is pounding with the effort it took to hold back for even that tiny minute, and begins to sway and stagger away.