It wasn't that she liked to live dangerously. She just didn't consider Aaron a threat. Though, honestly, she probably should have, considering he was friends with Wes. And everyone knew the Clarkes were big into anti-mutant stuff. She hadn't really properly thought about that before. But, since he was a little defensive about it, she wasn't too worried about it now. Anyways, reading minds wasn't her power.
"I know you're friends with Wesley Clarke. And that speaks worlds." She shrugged. "Did I hurt your feelings? I'm sorry. You can come near me with a pair of scissors. I have every confidence in a boy who kicks his feet up on the appointment book and does the bitch work for the stylists while they're with other clients."