She looked nice when she wasn't trying to kill people; like when she was admiring snow. That wasn't to say that she didn't look nice even when she was killing people. Scott may have smiled to himself with this observation but quickly wiped it off his face. As much as he liked Barda as a person who had potential to be an actual person (outside of Granny and Darkseid), really all she was doing was making his life more difficult.
If Scott's life ever happened to not be difficult, he was going to assume it was a trap.
Standing again, Scott knocked some excess snow off of his boots, the aero-discs returning the hidden compartment in the soles of his shoes.
"I'm starving." He said with emphasis, turning towards Barda. "I know this place we can Boom Tube too; Gotham City. You'll like it, it's just like Apokolips-- except brighter and less dangerous. We can go grab a bite to eat at my friend's house and work out how were going to handle this whole... Apokolips thing from there."
Okay, so it was a stalling tactic-- but that didn't make any of what he said less true. Scott was convinced that if he could keep Barda off of Apokolips long enough, out of contact with Granny and Darkseid, she would break through her mind control. Already he'd seen flickers of it there-- of Life lurking inside of her, not this Anti-Life she was already living.
He might never help anyone else in the world, but if Scott could free Barda, he'd consider his life to be accomplished.