Hayden? Briony's eyes flicked towards Bubbles, because it was polite to look at someone when you were talking to them and her kind of polite wasn't at all the same as Kristen's. Kristen's was just annoying. "He told me he was gonna push me down the stairs when I tried to help wash black ink off of his face." Yeah. That was it. Kind of. Briony had heard grown-ups talk about having helpful bones in your body -- she didn't think she had very many of those. But she wasn't going to come straight out and say she had been trying to get soap in his eyes. She was managing to look reasonably indignant about it, though. "And that one," she had tilted the lid closed a little and pointed at a random doodle that was trying to wear off, "is my sister Airla after the time she tried to tell Mommy that she thinks I offered to help stick a meat knife down her throat to make her stop talking." She sighed heavily and gave a shrug. "She just misheard me is all." Why would she help do that? She'd just do it. Still, she left the lunch box just that bit closed so the doodles on that side were easy to see. Just for Kristen. In a minute, she was going to start deliberately trying to think holy thoughts just to see if she could make the colour of her eyes flash without obviously praying or anything.
Draining the last of her juice until it made that slurping noise, her eyebrows rose in interest -- moments before she spluttered at Bubbles display of sympathy. Wide and apparently but not-at-all embarrassed eyes blinked up at both girls. "'Scuse me. Went down the wrong way." Whatever that even meant. Wasn't like she had ever started drowning on juice or anything. Her slightly pointy ears had definitely pricked up at the news that this girl's sister was hurt, though. That just brought up a whole new array of strings and buttons to play with. But she had to stab herself in the leg with the fork in her tail to stop herself from laughing at Bubbles' input. "Daddy said most of them fell off of the bridge and got drowned," Briony supplied, continuing with the general theme of dying and death. Firstly because clearly the other demon thought it was a good idea, so that made it seem like an even better one. But also because, well, she liked that subject. It always got under people's skin if you talked about it long enough. "Oh, and sometimes even really real doctors can be wrong. Those're called... quacks. I think."
And then Kristen went and moved away. Briony's glare fixed itself to the other girl again, her bottom lip jutting out in a pout that could have broken hearts. "That's not nice," she stated flatly, brushing her hands off on her lap. Without saying anything further, she slid over so she was sat as close to Kristen as she was before, until the hand nearest the retreating human reached out to wrap its fingers tightly around her hand. It was supposed to look like a reassuring gesture. She didn't think it'd feel like one. Meanwhile, her free hand continued to fill her mouth with her sandwiches. Because she wanted her apple slices.