Which, for all intents and purposes was what she looked like. Nova wouldn't have classified herself as good. Or bad. Those were labels for people who believed in such things. She did what she had to to survive, and she was good at it. That was all there was to it.

"Firefly, interesting." She followed the gesture, leveling her gaze at the doors, tilting her head and looking back at the woman. "It must be good to have a piece of home. Or I suppose in your case, your whole home here."