"Well, certainly no possessed dolls will be getting the better of you," Halle grinned, reaching forward to retrieve one of the ragdolls. In her hand it was limp and still – she could feel it against her skin, but she could also feel it as she could sort of feel every vessel waiting to be filled. It was like a smaller, fluffier version of her puppet. "I've seen movies. Possessed dolls can be a thing."
As for possessing others, she hesitated for just a second, offering a slight pause before nodding. Possessing dolls was one thing, but people tended to balk at the idea of possessing organic things. "I can. I don't, usually. It upsets people, of course, and it's sort of... weird. Sensing things about them is hard, because their consciousness tends to get sort of... shoved over?" The little blonde's smile was a little self-conscious, this time. "I mean, I don't mind talking about things. But you'd better not freak out, because we still have a pasta date and that would just be awkward."