Nyx was stunned by his reply, not really knowing what to say. She wasn't. Used to getting any kind of compliment, since when was she pretty. She stared at him stiffly as he moved near her, trying to ignore the chill sent up her spine. She finally felt her chest inhale as he began to laugh. [I] what was that? [/I] She held herself but her forward question fell out itself. "Why the hell would I be so special?" She was talking about several things. Her weird flame thing, the way people have treated her so far. She wanted to blend in.