Her smile just widens a little, at the sudden flash of anger from him; but she's not expecting the snide question in return.

And, really, all she can do is laugh. A delighted, bitter little giggle from a broad grin.

"Oh, don't worry. I don't think I'm special." That has been made abundantly clear to her, between her mother, her Keeper and this entire fucking debacle of a kidnapping. "You have to earn that, people thinking you actually mean something." She shifts her chin onto one hand again, letting the other flop straight out while she rests her head against her folded forearm, eyes sharp and hazel. "Otherwise you're just a sad little reindeer with nothing to show for it."