Quirking an eyebrow at the smile, Nick placed a hand on her hip and thought about her answer for a moment before replying. “It was never that hard for me to find things that were flammable when I was that age,” she countered, aware that she sounded more like and adult than a kid in this moment. “Kids can be scarily sneaky, trust me.” Plus she dealt with most of them whenever she would help Kori out at the daycare, so she knew pretty well what they were capable of.
“It’s just a thing people say,” she answered with a shrug. “And really there’s trying new things and then there’s trying things that’ll get you hurt.” Nick really wasn’t a person to be speaking though, since once she could get Silas to let her near the explosives, her hobby would be pretty damn dangerous. “I guess you’ve got a point there, I mean, I used to spend my time blowing things up and shooting at things….” That time seemed like forever ago now, and a pang of sadness hit her whenever she thought about home. She wondered if Harlan was in as much disarray as Ossining was.
She made a huffing noise and would have crossed her arms, except her cast made that hard. “I didn’t get the cast doing some daredevil stunt,” well, not exactly. Dares didn’t count, did they? “Or, I mean, I guess jumping out of a window to get away from a zombie kind of counts as daredevil….” And now she wasn’t going to explain why she had jumped out the window in the first place. “And okay, you’ve got me with the whole moonshine thing, but that’s totally family heritage stuff.” Nick was proud of her southern roots. Was she curious to see someone breathe fire? She kind of was, but should she admit to that? “Depends on how good they are,” Nick finally answered.