Briony knew that people couldn't not-notice her for long. Not even when they purposefully tried to ignore her. She knew she made their nerves tingle and twitch, scratched away at that place just behind the backs of their eyes that made them want to shut them and keep them closed real tight. She also knew that was the reason they would close their eyes. Why, when Paul bowed his head to rub them, he'd always look back up at her even though not a single bit of him wanted to. She could feel it. It made her giggle -- a noise that got directed down into her lap when she saw that, yeah, her knees were definitely bleeding. Well. Kinda. They could bleed more. Sometimes it was just better if they did. So she stabbed at her right knee with a thoughtful frown and wiped the result down her shin while she thought about ladders. "I didn't feel like flying," she pointed out with a hint of a childish huff, like it should have been obvious. "And sometimes--Sometimes when I'm tired I can't take off right and just look like a really weird butterfly." Stabstabstab. The tip of her finger bent right back every time it hit her kneecap. Sure it hurt, but she wanted to play with the blood. It was either that or fingerpaints or someone else's blood and she didn't think those would be easy to get up on a church roof. "And sometimes I like climbing to the top of a ladder and jumping... But that's Paul's step-ladder." It wouldn't reach the roof.
"What's im... imp--imp-what-you-just-said?" One index finger smeared red across her cheek like warpaint. She got the feeling it wasn't really red enough, but she didn't want to bleed too much because who could be bothered with healing themselves? Even if it was easy. Carefully painting the other cheek to match, Briony blinked at Daniel like he might also be speaking nonsense. "I thought shingles was what you got when you're a grown-up with chicken pox." A beat. "And it's Tuesday." In one sentence he had managed to really confuse her. "How d'you have Sunday school on Tuesday? With shingles." Her wings beat a little, accidentally mimicking the 'weird butterfly' she mentioned before. "Oh! Guess what!" Her whole face lit up, the innocent delight arguably marred by the bloodied warpaint. Still, she waited patiently -- sort of -- rocking gently side-to-side.