Grey nodded at her confession if it could be called that. He wasn't really the touchy-feely sort of guy; pretending or not. "Thanks." He mumbled around his cigarette, already giving the impression that he was stuffing those feelings away.
He did look suitably impressed at her fireball. Shit, he wasn't going to be fucking with no one in fights around here. Even girls could fry your ass if you messed with them. It was almost enough to make him think twice about what he was doing. Almost.
"That's fuckin' crazy!" He sounded a bit in awe. Yeah, it'd be easier to know who you were if you could shit fireballs and whatnot. "Does it hurt or anythin'?" He asked, leaning just the smidgeon closer he could without daring to hurt himself. That thing was still hot!