When Bianca had a headache she lost the so-called 'better' parts of her personality. And yes, there were better parts to her that did vanish when her head was trying to detach itself from her shoulders. Like the one that kept her wearing sunglasses or not trying to make things that were dead move all over the place. Granted, that part had also been suffering a little thanks to the appearance of not only Delta, but Persephone. So when someone came walking up, Bianca did not look away from the squirrel she was determined to move. If she could get it to move and then keep it moving her head would stop hurting and she could go do her homework. Her eyes would also stop being black. She hated when her eyes did that every bit as much as she hated the sight of her own blood. Let's make up a list of how the hell I could look less human if I tried. She would have been glad to try to make the dead squirrel try to maul whoever had decided to interrupt her except she knew that voice.
And it belonged to someone who had not actually managed to irritate her. And she had seen her a few times so that was saying something.
"They listen to some of us," she muttered, brushing her hair back and toying with the rim of her sunglasses. Now. Did she keep trying to make the squirrel dance, engage in a conversation, flash her eyes so that Emyli ran away screaming... so many options. "And yeah, I really do. Some of us think dead things are better than the living ones. They're quieter, for one." Bianca flicked her sunglasses up on top of her head, one corner of her mouth quirking up. "And they don't talk back. It's just taking me awhile to get started. Headaches, you know, they make everything harder." Maybe she should listen to what she had been told about how if she did this more often she would not end up with the headaches. But then she would get addicted. Either way I'm going to die so it doesn't matter. "Ohhhhhh god, that color. Just no, no Emyli, no that outfit is too bright for me right." So the sunglasses were going back on. Migraines and any shade of neon did not mix, as years of experience as taught her. "Nice bracelet though. Walk around asking for zombies and one day you're going to see one." Bianca was currently angling for a squirrel one.