"I see." That's honestly a fairly admirable goal, if not worryingly dangerous. What would stop someone with ill intent harming her in the place of an innocent? But if she is the peacock, then it wouldn't. Nike at least cannot die a true death so long as her host is still alive. She could take up this goal much more safely than most. So much to consider. To wonder.

"I am called Nike." Similarities to popular brands of shoe are entirely incidental. She hesitates then, unsure what greetings are appropriate. Is she supposed to pose as Harley did? A flash of golden light might blind everyone in their surroundings but only for a moment--the demon manifests her wings to hover a good foot above the ground with her golden tresses spilling out around her and salutes in turn.

She hopes that is good enough of a pose.

"Well met, human."