Humming, coming from somewhere ♫

She thought she was hallucinating it honestly, but then it grew louder, closer, easier to pinpoint and soon enough footsteps accompanied the song. Oh what a mess she'd made of things, both the figurative and the literal. She was meant to clean up messes. Stitch up nasty wounds, halt the spread of sickness and disease. She was meant to mend, not to tear.

Much as it enthused her.

Those thoughts were unwelcome. She did not mean to do anything at all. She was not guilty of anything. She did not want to do... any of it, but she did, but she didn't, but she did-

The girl shook her head, shake up those thoughts, let em rattle around in there til' they start doin' something productive. Plus, there was some stranger lingering overhead; to which she'd remove a paw from over her eyes, look at him with thinly veiled disdain. "Creep." She huffed as she sat up, crooked tail swishing against the grass. She matched his gaze with one unwavering, owlish and wide; much as her undereyes were tear stained, she held onto a wicked glare. Even still she wanted to hurt. "Do you usually watch people in silence or am I special?"