Her eyebrows arches at the comment about her con, the specific of the name, and she doesn't understand what she feels in response to that. There's a faint sense of pride she doesn't know what to do with and something else, too. No one knows what she does, no one has ever known, that's why she's so good. But he knows.

And it sounds like he's proud of it.

"So are you going to give them what they want or am I in danger again because of something a parent I haven't seen since I was two years old has done?" she asks, trying to cover up the conflicting emotions.