She eyes the lighter warily, wondering what he's going to do with it, but doesn't flinch or shy away. Maybe he's going to use that fire to throw it, but she can still throw up a barrier if worst comes to worst, she's prepared.

...Second boot on.

"I'm no more of a monster than you are."

She would never call herself harmless, innocent or anything like that, but she feels like there is a line between herself and the term monster that she isn't significantly closer to than any average metahuman. Certainly not the ones that she usually surrounds herself with.