HER REFUSAL IS IMMEDIATE, offering her brother a shake of the head almost immediately after the words leave him. “ That’s not how it — she — works. She likes that spot, not … whatever’s in the way. ” Another thump, and she’s back up again, reappearing in her same spot two feet away from the rack, which has moved only about three inches total every time she rams into it. “ I have better places to be if I can’t work, and I’m not about to leave her here to TERRORIZE the place. ” Sienna, conversely to the younger, has no qualms about what she says in the Black Rock Witch’s presence. Some of the teenagers in town ( or more aggressive adults ) went out of their way to harass Katherine, and Sienna wasn’t one of them … but she wasn’t scared of her either, mostly eye-rolling frustration each time she saw the ghastly figure. The story was tragic, she knew, but there wasn’t enough sympathy in the world for Sienna to care about the feelings of a woman hundreds of years dead. Not when she had her own shit going on, anyway. “ Shit. ” She mumbles, finally making movement closer to the Witch, with a glance thrown back at Steven. She grabs the rack by the opposite side, yanking it away from where Katherine walks, and towards the Kinney siblings. A sweater flutters to the floor, hanger clattering not long after — and the Witch moves forward, standing contentedly now that obstacle was gone. She’s just past the rack, staring at the wall, and Sienna grunts in frustration, stalking off back to her brother. “ See? She just … wants to go where she wants to go. She’s like a fucking 1600s bulldozer. ” A pause, aided by a look indicating defeatedness. “ You willing to wait her out with me? I have … Uno cards. ”
He shrugs, flicking a piece of dust off a shirt folded next to him. “ Okay, didn’t know that. — Or maybe I did. I don’t remember. ” He sighs, leaning against a table. Gaze flicks between elder sister and the scourge of Black Spring. Her movements are almost robotic, and he swears she’s not real — or, well, he would, if he hadn’t seen her disappear only to reappear a few inches from where she was, repeating her cycle. Eyes follow the oldest Kinney as she walks towards the witch and yanks the clothes rack away, an apathetic expression on his face. He’s fairly numb to Katherine’s antics, finding them to be, well, more annoying than creepy. “ What’s so fucking special ‘bout that wall, anyways ? It’s just a damn wall, ” he mutters, shaking his head. He finds Katherine annoying and confusing, and he doesn’t really understand why they’re supposed to be scared of her — she’s like someone’s Barbie that a three year old got a hold of. He shrugs, nodding his head slightly at his sister’s question. “ Yeah, sure. Not like I’ve got anywhere to be. ”