As probably the youngest there when she heard the voice she looked at the man.

Hearing what he said though she visually cringed because ew bugs in her? This feathery blond isn't fond of that idea. The glass of sparkling cider in her hand, well it explodes from rapid expansion because ice fills more space than liquids.

Part of her wonders if now would be a good time to see if she has a icy form like one of her genetic donors. If nothing else at least she knows she can handle temperatures too cold for the bug.