"Yeah, well, seriously, someone wanting to take pictures of me for nefarious purposes, really? That's not likely." She shook her head, crinkling her nose up and giggling faintly at the very idea. "We need more parades, we should write a letter."
She squeaked faintly, not a pain sound but the sound a toy makes when squeazed, silly girl. "The headaches are gone, just the wing and the wrist and looking like I'm turning yellow-green, it doesn't go well with pink you know." She teased back, then laughed as pink hair went everywhere.