Oh, the appearance is wild, and yet—well, she's familiar enough with the magic by now, the stuff floating in the air that she can't put her finger on but that's somehow managed to pass her by. And she's definitely familiar with the demeanor of Waver, so it's not hard to realize who she's talking to. Least of all once he lists off her accolades, and she gives him a dry laugh before passing over a cigarette and lighting it with her own blood.

"Used to know that one, but it got too hard to program in enough cowbell," she jokes. "Besides, 'Burnin' for You' just hits harder, you know? Maybe I am livin' for givin' the devil his due."

As for his question, once she's a little more settled and leaning back against the tree, she scoffs just a little. "Anyway, yeah, there's a lot of stuff I can't do. You just hit all the stuff that makes up the whole... Gestalt of my life. Military historian parents who pushed me to learn a whole bunch about shit that I go out of my way not to think about, combat android battle data downloaded right into my dome, long-ass history of live music being the only place I feel like I belong..." She takes half a breath and half a drag.

"Oh, add tech support to the list if you gotta. But that's probably where it stops. I can't do everything. Don't know how to ride horses, for example." A sly look.