Needy couldn't help it. Sometimes when her sleep tank was running low, meaning she'd been getting far less than she normally did, she got a touch loopy. And her brand of loopy consisted of either spacing out, such as she had done when she first sat down, hence why she didn't notice Cal approaching her until he spoke, or she just did random stupid shit. Thankfully, it wasn't stupid shit that would get her arrested or anything, because that would be bad. Really bad. Instead it was just dumb twelve year old shit.
Like reaching over to pull Cal's tiny new pony tail for no real reason whatsoever aside from she felt like it.
"Sorry, not a premonition girl," she said, shrugging once more. "It's weird though. I don't know if I ever told you about how I used to be able to sort of sense things about Jennifer before she died. And I mean like, I did that for most of my life. Like, I always knew when she was nearby and a lot of the times I could tell what she was doing even when I was miles away from her." Alright, saying that out loud? Needy knew she sounded like some sort of creepy stalker girl. Which she wasn't. "I don't know why I could do that, it was just on my end. Jennifer couldn't do it. But lately it's been like, I don't know. Like when something was really bothering her. But she's dead and not here so it really doesn't make any sense. And I'm babbling."