"Then there's a positive use right there. I'm sure it makes your performances unique!" Honestly, Hazel had always been the optimistic type. Though she had her down moments, like after her boyfriend died, and well, now getting dumped, but she tended to bounce back in an appropriate amount of time. The friendly company was certainly a big help too.
Charmander had fallen asleep with his head in her lap, his feet twitching in a dream as she chuckled softly both at her dog, and at Cash. "Except I think I don't embody anything the slightest bit intimidating." Her laugh grew a bit and she shook his head, not even realizing he thought himself a dork. Really, she found him endearing, even as the conversation hooked back into her upbringing for a moment.
Shaking her head, she smiled, moving her hand over the sleeping dogs fur in a soothing gesture. "I wish it had been a suburbia cult. But no. God fearing, technology hating, backwards living cult. My powers were just demonic possession, you see?" Waving her hands in a joking spooky manner in front of her, she eventually dropped them back down with a sigh. It was said and done, and there was no sense in dwelling. But if he was interested, she didn't mind explaining. She just... didn't want anyone's pity. It was perhaps what she feared above all else.
"So in other words, I should let you win so I don't crush your fragile ego?" she countered teasingly, her attention moving back to his guitar, music starting and relaxation almost visibly flowing through her. Hell, Hazel loved music.
"Isn't that what all the girls say they like to cute musician boys? Trying to be all cool and hip? Oh, play me Skynyrd, or Sabbath, or ... I don't know, the Cure." She was running out of ideas by the end there. "I like it better slowed down," she murmured as she closed her eyes for a moment, small flowers beginning to ever so slowly pop up again and bloom around them.