[She grins a little.] Kinda liked it when you thought it was magic.

[She sighs lightly, rounding out to the opposite end of the piano. Her fingers come down on a few keys. The notes she plays aren't quite perfect (she's rusty with the piano), but as she progresses, she falls into rhythm easier, faster. The tune of Moonlight Sonata was one of the first she remembers getting right, or at least most of it.]

No, just what they think of me. Back home, they call me superhuman, or powered human, for the politically correct. Pyros, for my kind specifically. Angels, demons, abominations, that sort of thing. People really like the whole angel thing. [She fumbles a note, and for a moment she hesitates before starting again, from the top.] Here? Mutant. Inferni. Magic. Firebender. [She chuckles softly.] I'm waiting for someone to call me a dragon or something.