"No!" She giggles and helpfully raises her wings -- the dress she's wearing is backless because that's always easier for her than fighting with straps and zippers and holes -- so that the place where they actually connect to the muscles in her back is pretty obvious. Putting aside the utter anatomical impossibility of them actually functioning, let alone being able to carry her in flight... They look awfully fragile, thin and full of tiny veins. "Grew 'em the old-fashioned way. You know, like hair." She pauses. "Well, that makes it sound kind of gross, actually."