Bridgette glanced at him as he asked about her family. She swore she saw him blush before. Shrugging it off as nothing, she thought about her family. "Yeah, the one's I know are in Ireland. I'm not aware of anyone else," she answered simply, smiling at him. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a little rabbit run off somewhere. She cringed slightly, seeing the darkness hovering around it only her eyes would see. Poor bunny, she thought. She new it was going to die soon, and though she should be used to these things she wasn't.
Bridgette began to fiddle with the sleeve of her shirt awkwardly. Seeing the rabbit was bringing the white noise back into her head. Not as loud as usual, but a little bit.