Eventually, she'd mull over the being graded thing. It wouldn't bother her that much - she actually kinda wanted to be in school. She'd missed it when she had been running around with her friends, and she'd been really glad that they'd been willing to take her to school when they all got back together.

But for now, she's pretty wrapped up in the clown trauma. Although with its attention split between them, the effect was not quite as intense as it was before. It was still awful, but she had a little more focus than she had a minute ago.

But for Quintin...the clown seemed to not react at all to his attempts to cut back at it. If this clown even existed as anything regular on this plane - it did not - it certainly was not any kind of creature that cared what others thought of it. But Quintin did. Whether or not it had had any idea who it was talking to, it was getting a better idea now as it got a firmer grip on Quintin's mind, digging in, searching for pain, and whispering awful nothings in his ear that made sense only to him.