"So you're team good guy." That was more of a statement than a question, as well. "Or at least, team not morally evil. Despite being a flaming skull dressed in black." She wasn't at all bothered by his glare. In fact the glare and his next words had her cocking her head slightly, a small smile curving her lips. She liked him already. If he was a he. He had to be a he. No way he was a she. But what did she know about the gender and sexual indentity of flaming heads. "Then we'll have to stick to short answers, won't we? Alright then. The flaming head his busy. What are you? Who are you? Why haven't I heard of you before?" Okay she'd been out of country for over two weeks but she was pretty sure with the nosy heads going around and being suspicious of the strange things going around here, there would have been a report about a flaming head. And someone from the apartment would have noticed it right? Then again, she doubted they stole police radios and kept her ears glued to places good little girls wouldn't be caught dead in. It was likely no one even knew this guy existed. Which was just great. She really hoped that he wasn't an issue or wasn't going to turn into one. "How long have you been in my city?" The possession wasn't on purpose, it just slipped out. "You don't kill people do you? When they feel your wrath because that might turn out to be an issue."
Then she frowned, staring straight ahead, lips curving downwards slightly. "And I wasn't questioning your intervention." She would have left the guy worse than he had if it had been her. If she had found him. So that already left flaming head with a good mark in her books. "Exactly. I just need to know that you aren't hurting people."