Briony's head tilted slightly all without her say-so. Usually she got into whole heaps of trouble for breaking things. That only meant she always ended up breaking them even more and blaming it on Hayden or one of his friends, but she'd never been given permission to break stuff before. She even got told off for breaking chalk in class that one time. Funny how she never got told off for breaking that boy's wrist, wasn't it? But, but -- permission. She very nearly gave Daniel an odd look until she reasoned that he was only telling her to kick annoying people harder. Because otherwise she wouldn't know what to do with what he'd said. It would be weird being told she was allowed to do the stuff that she liked to do that she knew the people on this plane (she wanted to visit Hell!) thought were terrible. "Okay," she decided. "Next mass. But you'll get annoyed with it." She kicked a lot. A lot of people bugged her. They stared at her and glared and lectured like she was some normal little girl. One day she was going to make up a language and start speaking in tongues like Airla had once accused her of doing when she'd gone through that lying phase. "Nuh-uh," she shook her head vehemently. "Just in my class." Her voice did that funny high pitched thing on the last word that all the other kids did when they were explaining things to grown ups. Briony had perfected it. The teachers thought it was adorable. She didn't understand quite how that worked, but it didn't, so she guessed it didn't matter. "She's been like me for a while," she shared in a whisper again, before bursting into a delighted -- but slightly muted -- giggle. Even if she did end up growing up herself, the idea of children really getting away with murder (it was true, they did) was just too much fun.
She was shy this evening? Why? Briony was very close to just looking up at Daniel and asking what he'd said that for when she decided that it didn't matter because the lady wasn't ignoring her any more. The moment she saw that smile, the little demon tilted her head, falling into character and shifting to lean into the older demon's leg because some lady who she didn't know was suddenly giving her attention and help, Pastor, I don't like it! With one hand still gripping her tail behind her, she brought the other one around and slowly uncurled it in a timid wave that wasn't timid at all. "Hi." She hoped at least Daniel was getting a kick out of this, because she wasn't really. But then her powers were mostly passive -- she never got a kick out of anything much unless she got her hands on them and made them know what it was like to be gripped by fear. Oh and now she was being ignored again because the grown-ups had to talk. Briony was so close to showing her what happened in her house when her parents tried doing that to her. Which, actually, they'd stopped doing about eight months after they adopted her, but that wasn't the point. Just because they were older it did not mean she didn't know about more stuff than they did. "My Mommy says--" Less than a second's pause just to add that sort-of-stammer than shy kids seemed to get stuck with. "--my Mommy says this is a good church. 'Cause--'cause people don't judge." No. No, they enabled. That was the word, right? Enabled and... exploited. Yeah. She wrinkled her nose up at Daniel, then leaned towards the lady she didn't really like and in a child's stage whisper, hand trying to keep it a secret and so obviously failing, added: "And the Pastor's real nice!" Well, it wasn't the word she'd usually use, but still.