Oh Kay. She'd honestly hoped the girl wouldn't pay her a visit. She's a gentle heart and probably too sensitive to really want to look at all the medical scars. Vandal shifts, pulling the blanket up a little more and turning her head so Kay can't see the bandages over her eye socket.

"Hey, sweetheart. What are you doing here?" She tries to sound... comforting, but there's a tremble in her voice.

"Little bird told me you were decorating for Christmas. Makin' everything nice." She nods toward the bottle on the shelf, the little snowflake still tied to it.

"Quite the talent."