It had been a point of contention between Sunshine and her mother that she didn’t want children. At least, not yet. She wasn’t against kids. She adored her half-brothers when they weren’t being little monsters with aspirations towards the total hell that was teenagehood. Mel was the one who was really good with children, but Sunshine wasn’t entirely useless. She leaned down so that she’d be more on the level of the enthusiastic thing. She could follow along more or less. It wasn’t worse than any of her brothers’ combox games. “I don’t have a lightsaber, but maybe I should get one, huh? I don’t have a gun either, but I do have a really useful pocketknife.” She took it from her pocket and showed him without actually giving it to him. “Don’t let it fool you. It may be little and old, but this knife has got me through more bad situations than you can imagine.” When she felt he’d had long enough to see it, she casually slipped the knife back into her pocket.
Ganner? Sunshine’s eyebrow twitched upward. There was an inflection in his voice trying to tell her something, but it was too hard to look directly at his face in this light. Being able to see into the shadows that lay on someone’s face still unsettled her. However, she felt she could safely assume it was over the name. She didn’t care. If he chose to use a different name online than in person, that was fine by her; she’d done the same herself in the past. What Sunshine did want now was to stop and demand he clarify the situation for her. She wanted to know what made them think the mother was possessed. She also wanted to know how that could happen, would it hurt, and what happened to someone who had been possessed. But only the most heartless or oblivious person could voice their own fears and doubts in front of a boy whose mother was suffering this predicament. The answers, in her experience, wouldn’t be something he should hear. Sunshine believed in demons and weres and fairies. What she didn’t believe in was the kind that granted wishes or cared if you made it to the ball or not. If the woman was possessed, it wasn’t a good thing.
Sunshine dropped her gaze back to the boy. Even if Jacen/Ganner was a good man, she didn’t feel comfortable leaving the boy alone with him in the situation, or alone at all. If his mother was possessed, surely they would need at least two people? “I would like to help. And I’m sure you can do something useful too,” she told the child. He’d need something to do to distract him so that Ganner could do whatever one did in these situations. She’d go along and keep the boy distracted and safe. Holding out her hand with calm and friendly assurance she didn’t really feel, she said, “My name’s Sunshine. I have a brother only a little older than you. Sometimes, when he’s having a hard day, I bake him a whole plate of cookies. Maybe after we fix your mom, we could get you some cookies or something good to eat?” She couldn’t help it. It was a natural impulse. Sunshine fixed everything by trying to feed people. A boy in this situation needed the problem fixed and then a nice big plate of something bad for the waistline.