Ororo gave a small smile as she saw that Baird was impressed. She didn't have to flex her metaphorical muscles in front of people to know she was a powerful mutant; her self-esteem was higher than that. However, it was good to have people know what she could do, so they could ask her for help, but also so they understood that she was not the right person to threaten or mess with.
"If you do not want to talk about it, that is alright."
Her lips had just touched the apple skin when a voice ripped through the calm atmosphere like a knife. The goddess had expected him, still, she had to compose herself for a moment before she could turn her head to Creed. As he started looking her up and down, she didn't break eye contact. It didn't disturb her - she used to wear alost no clothing in her home country -, but she couldn't say being noticed by this particular man was much of a pleasant surprise. Still, she just calmly mirrored his behaviour, taking in the sight of him. He surely knew how to present himself, and there was that dangerous aura that would make every experienced fighter automatically tense up, but Ororo gave her best not to let Creed have that kind of power over her temper.