She doesn't quite blush, but she's definitely feeling warmed by the compliment. She doesn't get a lot of people telling her she's pretty. This might be because most of her encounters with other people involve dislocating their joints. "Wow, thanks!"

She glances up toward her hair; she can see just a fringe of it. "I'm kind of surprised they didn't have to cut it all off but I guess this time my head was the one part of me that didn't get fucked up. The nurses want to cut it off now though. I probably should, cause it's just hair, right?"

But then she'd feel like she wasn't herself.