Hanna didn't seem to take offense, if anything she looked confused, brow creasing a little, but finally she shook her head, "You're wrong. I'm not nice." Another little head shake, thinking it over more than anything else, "I'm abnormal. Reduced capacity for fear and for pity, increased capacity for mental and physical abilities, increased capacity for processing of adrenaline."

She had no problem reciting the list to a veritable stranger, not if it meant she'd stop trying to shoo Hanna away and let her help.