To say Megan is accustomed to people staring at her wings is an understatement -- even in Mutant Town, people stared, because while it's easy to get used to people looking odd, giant, shimmery wings still attract a lot of notice. It's more like, at this point, she expects people to stare and is more surprised when they don't.

Not that her face is any less weird -- it can be difficult to tell which direction she's looking in, her eyes are so dark, and that can have an unsettling effect she is obviously trying to off-set by smiling brightly, teeth straight and white. (She counts her blessings; at least she's not got fangs.) "Oh, I'm fine!" She reaches up and knocks on her helmet, maybe a bit too hard considering how she just smashed it against the street, narrowly avoiding breaking her damn fool neck. "Mum always said I've got a hard head, anyway." She's able to be cavalier about it because she really does this all the time, so... look forward to that, Baedal.

"I really am sorry, I oughtta been looking where I was going but I'm not used to so many people bein' out this time of day and all the air currents are really weird here maybe 'cause there's less cars and airplanes and, um, air and stuff, dunno how all that works but like usually I don't hit people or almost-hit people so like if you're mad that's okay I can get out of your hair but, like, I dunno I could maybe buy you a beer or something to make up for it if you're mad." She takes one breath.