She was not sure if that was sarcasm or not, but she decided to take it as a compliment either way. "Thank you." She replied softly with a fond glance back over her shoulder at the dark victorian. It was not quite the underworld, but there was something very 'her' about it.
She smiles and shifts, buckling up, then smoothing her hair back over her shoulders. Did she know his heritage his manners might make more sense, she does not, she only knows some of his trip to the underworld, ill-fated though it was.
"How long have you been in New York?" she asks, attempting at small talk, though the quiet titan is not terribly adept at it.