That was what qualified as a gift in Bubbles' mind? Kristen gaped for a moment before hurriedly snapping her mouth shut, sure that it wouldn't go over well if she showed that she didn't think that was a gift. It was disturbing. Her drawings weren't anything like that and everyone said that she was gifted. It was a different sort of gifted than whatever Briony had. "Oh... that's nice. One of my friends just got adopted." See, Kristen could try to carry on a normal conversation with the very abnormal girls sitting at the table with her. But she didn't think that Briony was a thing like Silvia. The mention of puppies was something she didn't touch on, not wanting to think about Mitzi that much. Her puppy was fine, true, but she'd still been hurt and that just wasn't right. Mitzi hadn't done a thing to anyone! Oh, yes, well she'd bitten that red-eyed vampire but she deserved it. I wonder if Bubbles' sister deserved it. She had this funny little feeling that she hadn't. Also that Briony was lying and didn't like her sister at all.
What was worse -- having Briony grab and keep hold of her hand or listening to them talk about people dying and doctors? Kristen didn't know, but it was all melding together and she could feel the tears starting to spill out despite her telling them they couldn't. She knew without a doubt that crying was what they wanted and that doing it wouldn't help her. It'd probably just make them want to make her do it again. Kristen hated crying in front of people who weren't Missy. Missy who isn't dying. She's not! Nikita said she'd be okay. "Because it h-hurts," Kristen whispered, eyes fixed firmly on the table like that'd help hide the tears that were starting to trickle down and drip off the end of her chin. "Mitzi's fine, vet took care of her." As much as she didn't want to cry she didn't want to think about the vampire even more. Or that she'd seen her hurting Missy because Missy'd gone looking for her. Missy just couldn't leave those things alone. Instead of answering she just nodded her head quickly. A yes, that was all she needed to give, a yes. The bell would ring soon and they'd have to leave her alone. They'd have to.