"I've had to practice to survive." Lucy murmured. She had to avoid many dangers in her time. "I only have half my mother's genes and half of my father's genes. There's no guarantee it'll improve with time." If there was, it would have only painted a larger target on her back if the man knew.
She was impressed by his wings and did her best to hide it. She looked them over carefully, searching for any sign that they weren't real. Some hidden flaw that she could detect and expose this as act of the man. When she couldn't find one, she was surprised by her own lack of disappointment. Perhaps she wanted this to be real after all. "Do your wings work?"