Her hand drifted away from her cheek in his grasp as if she did not know nor care what he did to it, her bright gaze falling consideringly upon Mohini. Her head tilts one way, and then the other, before she lets out a laugh, and licks her lips. "She is not like me... she is food."<br/><br/>With that pronouncement the other girl seemed to fall out of the line of her attention, and she twisted, walking toward the wall to run her fingertips slowly over the peeling gesso images, her other hand still trailing behind her into his grasp, forgotten.