As her dirty fingers caressed along Emma's mohawk, a frightfully wide smile nearly split the korean girl's head in half. A slow, manic giggle bubbled up, reaching its crescendo at a conversational tone and a girlish pitch. Even when the turncoat turned and left, she continued to laugh, slumping heavily on Becca as she slowly but surely bled out, her greenish-yellow face even paler than it had been after the fight.<br/><br/>When the doctor showed up, she stared right at him, her laughter escalating slightly before dying down into a weak, breathless chuckle. [/color="#ff00ff"]"Yes,"[/color] she said simply, answering Simon's question in as few words as humanly (or Jynxanly) possible.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>