She never thought she was normal. Normal would have been okay. Ordinary was not. Normal would have been growing up in a family with a flesh and blood mother, non-powered siblings, and an actual name. Vanya was abnormal and ordinary.

But she doesn't say that. Mainly because that would require a lot of explanation, but also because her new friend(?) pulls out a pair of wings.

"Oh."

It's an underwhelming reaction. Oh. But she grew up with a boy who could have a cthulu-esque monster climb through his stomach to tear people in half, so wings are pretty low on her broken weird meter.

"They look nice. Do they work?"