( she knew someone or something was approaching closer, but she paid no mind to it given her voices weren't screaming like a banshee. jinx didn't think it would be silco, somehow. he is moving better, thank goodness, but with all the zig-zagging she did -- maybe it would had been too much for him. her cheeks fluster at his voice and does a quick peek over her shoulder to see him now sitting on the bench. )

I'm —... I was still workin' on it. ( she says sheepishly, grabbing a long strand of her locks to rest over her shoulder. ) I know where to get make-up, but... I dunno if it'll look that great without actual oil crayons or paint.

( her attention shift back to the cross in front of them, thinking for a moment if it's appropriate leave it alone or... )

I remember one of your lessons... the one you talked about a lot? The one with Vander and stuff. How that day you died then came back again? What if... that was this again? This could be a symbol of that.