Una almost relished in the thought that she has slightly irked Sal. Though because they were at least the tiny bit of friends, she shrugged off the confident feeling it gave her and did as Sal instructed.
Slowly she made her way over to the fetus lying on the porch and began to twist and contort the small, undeveloped body into something that looked similar to mistletoe. With a grin on her face as she finished, she held up the fetus mistletoe and turned to Sal and simply waited till she looked to her instead of interrupting her concentration on what she was doing.