Oh. She landed quickly, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. Kind of rude, actually. "Not many people do," Megan said. "That was--look, I'm sorry. I was showing off, I do that sometimes. If you look like I do you can either hide it or own it, right?" She shrugged elaborately. "It's kind of a thing."
She extended her wings, taking a look back over her shoulder at them. "They're, you know, wings. They keep me up." She smiled helplessly. "I pay more attention to my hair, honestly. The wings don't tend to need much attention. They do just fine on their own."
She puzzled over his questions, thinking. "They're tougher than they look," she finally said. "Of course, they'd have to be, to keep me up in the air. They're not... crinkly, like bug wings, not exactly. But they're not like skin, either. I can feel with them, but not like you feel with your hands. Kind of like your scalp, right? Where you can sort of feel your hair but not really?" She flexed them, trying to catch a breeze, testing the comparison. "Mostly on the outside parts. I haven't thought about that in years. Got kind of used to hem being there. You never really think about your fingernails or your nose, right? Unless something goes wrong or you're not happy with them." She paused again. "Or if you're high."