Walking up behind Micheal, she grinned. She slapped a hand on his back, "Hey. I did some thinking and now I will still be screwy in the head, but at least I'm not fighting myself anymore." she says to him cheerfully. Dropping into step beside him, she looks to him with a grin, "I figured that I may as well accept I am stuck like this and I should be able at least have some sort of control over myself."<br/><br/>Peering at his bag, she tilts her head a bit before continuing, "That's a bit bigger than most kid's bags. What's it for? Carrying your victim's bodies around until you find somewhere to dump them?"