"I mean, I could always put a jet pack on them," Flandre said, laughing again. "But no, I can't really fly."

The young woman paused mid-step, flicking her wings despite herself. Was this about her wings...? "I'm sorry-? Oh! Oh, that? I'm sorry, er--right."

Whoops. She went and flustered herself. But now that it seemed to be okay, she ruffled her wings somewhat significantly to settle herself again, not unlike a bird. A rather tall bird.

"I...break things." Both with her hands (and claws and teeth) and with...that power that she wanted to avoid discussing. This was diplomatic enough, wasn't it? "Or keep things from being broken, I've been on security detail more than once. I'm stronger than I look."

Especially for how much Flandre strongly resembled a lanky bean pole.

"I could probably pick you up with my index finger, for instance."