Trying to tune out a conversation that was happening at the same table was something that Kristen'd done a lot of in her life; but it was a lot harder when the others were little girls like her and they were talking about weird and disturbing things. She couldn't help but peer over to see the doodle that Briony was pointing at now. She never drew anything like that! Kristen had been drawing and painting and all others manners of artistic thing that she could get her tiny hands on for as long as she could remember, but she'd never done anything that was that disturbing. Had she? She really hoped not... and if she ever did then it'd just be because she'd seen it in her dreams or flashes inside of her head and she needed to get it out. "D-...do you not like your sister?" Kristen couldn't imagine ever wanting to hurt Missy, not even when she got mad at her. Missy was her only sister and she didn't want her hurt. Maybe it'd have been different if she'd still had the other siblings that she only really remembered from pictures that Missy didn't keep sitting around the house because they made her all sad to look at. And for some weird reason it was so much easier to think about that then it was to focus on the weird things that Briony and Bubbles were saying. Or those doodles.
"N-n-no..." Kristen was finding it harder to talk around the weird lump in her throat. It wasn't a crying lump, it was a... like a scared one. "She reported on that. S-she got hurt... umm... at work." Kristen wasn't a good liar, but she'd never had to be. And wasn't it working? Missy had made it sound like it was a job so it was working, she just didn't get paid for it like she did to tell the news. Unless she did and Kristen just didn't know about it. The young clairvoyant shifted uncomfortably, not liking the general feelings that she was getting or really anything about Briony and Bubbles the longer that they were sitting there. One of them made her uncomfortable and the other was just; no they were both freaky. They both weren't normal. They were less normal than -- Kristen let out a quiet squeak when Briony moved closer and then grabbed her hand. She didn't like the way it felt and gave a tug to try and free it, only she wasn't as strong as the dark-haired girl. A moment ago she wouldn't have said it was possible for her to feel more uncomfortable but she suddenly did. Like there was something just wrong. "F-fine I won't move... please let go of me. And stop talking about doctors and dying people." Kristen didn't want to think about that. It wasn't going to take much before the tears she could feel building up spilled out and she didn't want to be the girl who cried in the lunchroom.