Rude is how Nick rolls, a lot of the time. In her defense, she's never met a wizard; that sort of magic isn't known to exist in her world, and all she knows of wizards is tangential, from nerd games and fantasy movies.

"This is just what I am." She can't exactly roll her eyes in this form - they blink open and closed but don't otherwise move as human eyes do - so she quickly shifts back to Facade, a tall, dark-haired woman in her mid-twenties, plain-clothed in a dark shirt and jeans, and settles her hands on her hips.

"I'm a Nightbane," she says, voice no longer echoing. "Just means I can change shape and do weird shit, why?"