She's shrugging in embarrassment as soon as Angel laughs, hands lifted. "If you don't like it, you don't have to-"

Warm hands close over hers, and she realizes she's misjudged. "Oh. Well then. I'm glad you like it. Figured it was short and fitting. And, well, you look like the pictures." She quiets for a second, placing her other hand over Angel's and clasping them gently. "It's good to meet you, Nike."