No, if she was an expert then Bianca thought she would have known. There would have been something about her eyes and she would not have made a remark like that. Necromancers were not so common that she expected to run into any more than what she already had either. "If you can find the cemetery," Bianca remarked. "Not many people know the way well enough to find it when they're not all the way there." Bianca could. Bianca knew exactly where every cemetery in a fifty-mile radius was and the best way to get there. Not that she was going to say that. No reason to share the smaller, less well-known ones with other people. A slight smirk did curve her lips when she saw Emyli react to her eyes. She had seen far worse, yes, but she still had a record for no one just taking those pure black eyes in their stride. They were just a little, tiny bit too far out of the expected spectrum for anyone to be like "hey cool!" unless there was something very wrong with them.
"Those right there did their best to blind me." This was why Bianca liked the days when she had to wear sunglasses; they kept her from being subjected to the bright colors that other people felt an inexplicable need to wear. Her eyes did flick down to the shoes and she nodded. "Good choice." As for the rest, Bianca shrugged one shoulder and turned her attention firmly to the squirrel. Talking about what she could do with people who were not Delta, Persephone or even that bastard for the sheer fact that he was the same made her a little uncomfortable. It was being raised in the Syme family that had done it and the way that everyone always reacted to her blood and eyes. She was supposed to be a human, everything else was tainted and wrong, but... she fit the bill of tainted and wrong a little too well. That's what happens when your great-grandmother is a demon. Accepting it, though, was quite another thing than saying it. "Crazy eyes reflect crazy blood." Bianca held one arm out behind her, flicking her wrist for Emyli to look at the veins that everyone had. They were supposed to be mostly blue with perhaps some sort of purple-ish mixed in, but Bianca's were a dusty gray-black. "And yeah, I can. I'm just not very good at it. Need to practice more." This squirrel was going to do as she said. "Get. Up." Maybe it was the irritation helping her along, but the squirrel stood straight up on the dumpster and Bianca grinned.