Rowena would be less tolerant of this stallion's poor manners had she not clued in to his handicap. She cuts him some slack for being unable to see her clearly, if at all. She'd be terrified if she were in his place, and would undoubtedly act defensively too. Finding sympathy for this stallion does not, however, stop her ears from turning back and her nose from wrinkling in distaste. She takes a step back, recoiling both physically and emotionally from his harsh tone.
She doesn't leave him without an answer though. "I'm Rowena," she replies honestly, "of the Peak." Some of the softness is gone from her voice. "Who are you?" Rowena asks, throwing a bit of his own attitude right back at him, though absent of the panicked edge.
Rowena has been under a lot of stress for a long time, and though her general mood has been sullen and depressed, she has also been sensitive and short tempered. Even a mild and understandable affront leaves her feeling hurt. She's having trouble reigning in her own reactivity, and though anger and annoyance were once rare feelings, they have become uncomfortably familiar. She is Vodnik's daughter through and through. She is becoming him. She realizes this and tries to resist the downhill slide, but she's sliding out of control.