The newcomer, with no sudden movements, gently taps the side of her own nose. "The kinda thing I am doesn't stop at smelling scents just 'cause that's what everything else smells. But I think you might be mistakin' my meaning here, youngblood. A monster ain't a bad thing to be, or a good one. It's just somethin' we are, like being from Maryland."

Those fangs in her pupils, the ones that aren't there...they're eating something, Kitty. Out of the air near you, not biting, which is odd since what else are fangs supposed to do? But no. They're filtering. Like baleen.

"You can call me Nyx, if you like names. Got one you like for yourself?"