Threnody smiled brightly at the invitation to join from Kitty, blackened gums showing over yellowed teeth. She clearly didn't take care of herself well enough. But she was trying - that much was obvious by the neat way her greasy dreads were pulled back and the clean - if oversized and faded - shirt she wore as a nightgown.
The girl waved shyly at Logan and entered the kitchen, shaking her head at both of Logan's questions and murmuring, "No. I was in the bathroom and I saw Ms. Cassidy coming down with a cooler. I thought she might be stealing ice cream..."
As she got closer to Kitty, she started to reach out to grab the girl's shirt, but stopped herself before her fingers could even get close to tangled in the cloth. She did, however, hover close to the older woman, just slightly behind her. Her hands slipped up into her armpits where she could keep them to herself. Most of the others had problems when Threnody tried to touch them and she was trying very hard not to make them uncomfortable like that.
Her eyes stayed on Logan and she finished with, "I don't like alcohol... it... it's... like liquid death."
Threnody's tone said she rather enjoyed the taste of 'liquid death', despite the slight shiver of her shoulders and negative response.