Bianca tugged at the edge of her shirt again, wondering if this time it would get ruined when she put it through the wash. It was always the clothes that she hated that managed to survive the longest. "What if I'd ended up like the Syme's somehow? They managed to drain the demon out of my blood and replace it with whatever the hell they've got in theirs that makes them so damn faithful and 'pleasant'." Complete with the air quotes because Bianca did not care how many people said it, her family was not pleasant. "That day would suck to be an anything that got forced to play pleasant." Bianca could not agree about the empath think since she had no idea what it was like to feel what other people did. She half-wanted to ask Delta what it was like, or what she felt off of her, but decided not to. Not just yet. "All over the place. I usually like cemeteries or places with some water... never flowers or butterflies or that crap. Carrion's good. Far-away, close-up, mid-range; you can get all over the place. Ever seen a picture of a crow ten days dead with the maggots working out the eyes? I've got some if you want to." Bianca had a sort of scrapbook with her favorite pictures, tucked away under her bed. She was pretty sure that if she ever got in legal trouble that album would be her undoing. "Next time I'll warn you. You might actually find a place in my scrapbook. I don't have any-" The word sounded funny in her head. "-family in there. I guess."
Hmmmm, was that the only reason? No, but it was certainly a reason. "That's part of it. The other part is just wanting to know what happens. I like cause and effect. Mostly effect." Unless it was herself that was being discussed, then she did not really want to watch the outcome. Apparently the overall outcome of her life was already figured out after all, who needed to focus on that? "I guess it's good..." If Bianca's tone was unsure then it was because she was. Though the mental image of a dead priest in her adoptive parent's bed was beyond priceless. She would be willing to drive Delta there herself if that goal was achieved. She did actually laugh at what Delta was telling her, sitting up a little straighter. Ninety percent of the people who had known her for most of her life would have been completely unfamiliar with the sound of her laugh, yet she was sure that this was not the first time Delta had heard it. "My first time I accidentally brought my dead cat, Edgar, back. I wouldn't leave my room for a week." At the time it had been traumatizing. "I had a headache... and I'd just learned what would make it stop. Was like, a week or something before you showed up." Right? Remembering time was hard sometimes. "It was in the road and I had a god-awful bouquet of flowers in my apartment that needed to be got rid of." Dead rabbit consumption had really seemed the appropriate way to go. "Okay..." Bianca felt like something was crawling around in her stomach, but she shoved it away and focused her eyes on the now not-blinking head. Zed. Zed the head. Did she have to focus specially hard? Or just... Delta had said say it and they did it. Might as well give it a try. "Stick your tongue out." Actual surprise showed on her face when he did. She glanced at Delta. "Hey... look at that, it works."