This kid is sure a character, isn't he? Daisy's brows are raised and she's biting back an amused twist of a smile. Clearing her throat, she sits up again and grabs wipes to get the varnish off her face.

"Cosmic forces fucking around with people. That's why I'm like. This. You know." She waggles her claws, then goes back to what she's doing. Turns out getting the wipes out of the packet is hard without ripping them or rubbing off more varnish. She'll get there. "These... eldritch entities. We choose them as much as they choose us, really. But. They don't care about us. They just need us to create fear. Make rituals."