The lack of reaction to what most would consider a threat was extremely telling to Nicolette. It spoke of a man who wasn't afraid of death, either because he was ready to accept it or because he could not die. Seeing as this was a secret base full of supers, she was betting on the latter. Again, she was collecting information and sizing up those around her rather than just being social. It was an unconscious habit. She was meant to gather intel and those things didn't stop just because she was safe at home. It was like a muscle you always flexed whenever you were awake and breathing.
"I'll keep that in mind for next time."
She gladly accepted the blade that she'd launched at him. It was ebony black and shiny. The whole thing looked as if it was made entirely of one seamless piece of obsidian glass. There were no others like it on the base, that she was sure. Nicky spun the knife between her fingers one more time before willing it to disappear. When she flipped the blade over, it dissolved like a wisp of smoke. She'd been avoiding her powers for a while, but after the welcome reception for the new recruits, she had begun to settle back into their use again.
"I'm Nicky, by the way," she offered him a hand to shake. An actual introduction was warranted, so she thought. This was the second time they'd interacted, though only the first time in person. She might like to know his actual name.