She didn't like that idea. It showed on Briony's face the moment the trace of a contemplative pout disappeared, replaced with the harder lines of disapproval. A disapproval that had the trimmings of a 'dare, dare, double-dare'. Her wings dipped a little, but her expression changed to a faintly grim smile. Like she had just been given a new challenge. "They gotta catch me first," she said lightly. That was just a fact. They -- this 'they' that she didn't even know -- couldn't do a single thing to her if they couldn't catch her. Magic was just cheating. Unless she was using it. "If they do then they gotta cut my wings off 'fore I stick those scissors in their eye," she continued, giggling and making her own finger-scissor motions that all lead right back to an eye socket. This was something she was confident she could do. Stick the scissors in Their eye before they got her wings. "Or in their neck!" She jabbed one of her fingers into her own neck where she knew you were meant to start cutting someone's throat. The grin on her face rather destroyed the whole point behind her finishing "And I'm just a kid, anyway. That's mean." Although it was. She didn't cut people's wings off.
"Oh." Impromptu. The word got stored away in her head for her to surprise teachers and Paul and Rachel Fells with at a later date. Like when she'd used the word 'conniption' correctly and everyone stared. Meanwhile, Briony stared at Daniel hitting nails with the hammer. Hammering nails into someone's head would be so much fun. She wondered if she could get someone to stay still long enough for her to make them look like Pinhead for real. Ooh. "A shingle," she echoed, going slightly cross-eyed at the tile being waved at her that did not at all look like it had anything to do with grown-ups' chicken pox. But the pox-thoughts were boring, so she healed her knees and then smudged the blood left over on top of the new skin. The idea of a demon living in a church was still funny to her even though she knew it wasn't blessed, and when she looked up again she still looked like she had found a punchline somewhere. "Are you messy, Danny-boy?" Then her nose wrinkled. "I don't get most jokes." Said as though it was fact because... well, it was. Like 'how does Bob Marley like his do-nuts?' ... Who was Bob Marley? The knock-knock jokes were the worst. Daniel's answer made her pout, though. "No. Not yet." Yes, she sounded disappointed. She was. She wanted Rachel to find a bridge to jump off. She was pretty sure she had at least considered sticking her head in the oven; she spent too much time around it. "It's about my head-doctor. He's not dead. That wasn't the guess-what part though." She wriggled impatiently. In fact, for a moment she thought she might explode. "I gave him a nervous tick!" Arms shot in the air in triumph, nearly knocking her over backwards, but she righted herself quickly. "And! He usually does it when I talk about school or what I think of Mommy and Daddy and god? But yesterday I made him do it right from the start!" Briony positively beamed. "He asked me how I felt like he always does and I said 'homicidal'. I think he believed me. Even though I gave him a picture of a rainbow." The little demon tucked her hair carefully behind slightly pointed ears. "Then he couldn't stop." It was the best thing to happen so far this year, right after killing Airla.