Hearing a compliment like "you're brilliant" actually sort of threw Stephanie for a loop. It wasn't often that she heard anything even remotely along those lines. Most people back home, after all, didn't have the highest opinion of her for one reason or another. It wasn't that they hated her or anything (okay, so maybe there were a lot of people that hated her, but that came with being a vigilante), it was more that they just thought she wasn't good enough to be a mask. And they really didn't think she was good enough to be Batgirl. In fact, at her point in time the only person that approved of her being Batgirl was Babs, and Stephanie had to work her ass off to earn her approval. But brilliant, that was a description that Stephanie had never heard about herself before.
Face going somewhat red once more, but nowhere near as red as it had been earlier, she shrugged. "I wouldn't go that far," she said simply in reference to that comment. "I'm okay, but I wouldn't use the word brilliant. And most people would probably agree with me on that one." Coming from other people, that statement might have sounded like fishing for compliments. But that wasn't Stephanie's style at all. She didn't feel the need that so many people felt to have someone constantly boosting her ego. "Hey, I get where you're coming from. I think we would have gotten along great if you went to high school with me, too. And stop being Mister Bashful with me. You really don't have to do that."