Sam was right, the only way to get the kid away from Jacen would have caused a scene big enough to defeat the purpose of trying to leave. In her mind, Sunshine had pegged Jacen for a bad guy. Maybe it was what he'd done, maybe it was what he'd said, or maybe it was just because - like so many others - she wanted someone she could blame. She fervently believed that the man wouldn't have let her go with the kid in tow. She couldn't have said why that was, but to her it was true. "You can try talking," though she doubted it would do any good. But he could talk while she made sure the kid was okay and made one more try to get him away. It was a start at least. Besides, Sam had a point, Jacen had seemed awkward around the kid. Could be that's how you act towards a human sacrifice or whatever the hell he was planning. Sunshine didn't know but her imagination was running wild.
It had entirely escaped her notice that the water was still running. It was probably good and hot now. If her arm had bled enough, she could clean it. That had been the idea anyway. As Sam came closer, her attention was drawn back to the situation at hand. He had medical supplies? That would be useful. "Fine," she assured him. It wasn't like she was really hurt. And it was her own damned fault any way. "Just need a band-" The lights went on in the bathroom. This time instead of flinching away, she looked right up at Sam.
His eyes were black.
She took a deep and shaky breath. Right. This was happening everywhere, right? Didn't necessarily mean anything. People were saying it wasn't reliable, the whole black-eyes-thing. Of course, if you happened to be a demon right about now, you could definitely take advantage of the situation. It would be like a monstrous version of the boy who cried wolf. Sunshine pressed the hand of her good arm against her forehead but was careful not to block her vision. "Your eyes-" she pointed out as if it were as harmless as pointing out to someone that they had food stuck in their teeth. "Skeg it. I don't care. Go and be some thor demon. Go totally nomad. I don't care. Just... Great." She matched the the escalating hysterical edge to her tone by angrily dropping her hand and grabbing for a wash cloth to press against her wounded arm. She didn't survive all that she'd been through just to die now. And if she was... well, she was going down just as contrary as ever.
[OOC: sorry this is so short. I have to run to class now.]