Kennedy waves a hand at her. "You'll never be able to watch Silence of the Lambs will you."

"It's a nice little distraction. Something to do with your hands with you're a bit fidgety." Or when her muse left and she couldn't pick up a brush. She finishes her bracelet and holds it up to Iris, the blue and green beads they bought shimmering nicely in her apartment's lighting. "What do you think?"