Ava blinked at the girl. She could tell something was off, just by how she continued to sporadically bleed in places. She focused and in her mind saw an image of a piece of glass in her pocket. Again blinking, she made the glass fly out of the girl's pocket and into her hand. She slipped it into her pocket. With another blink the new prick healed. She wondered if the constant cutting of herself was to the girl's enjoyment, or just to mess with Ava. She knew it most likely wasn't the latter. She gave the girl another curious glance, waiting to see if she would do something.