{aggressively bites fingernails}

{singsong voice} "Poor little thing...anxious, are we?"

{continues aggressively biting nails}

"That far in, huh? Past the point of using your voice? That's fine. I'll do the talking for both of us."

{tugs sleeves down tightly over arms and pulls hoodie up over head}

"If only you had a blade with you now... I'd dangle it in front of your face until you begged for it. You're weak. You would."

{tries to subtly bite hand}

{taps hand} "I can see you doing that. Your sweet litte fingernail-biting coping mechanism is spreading, isn't it? Evolving. Like a parasite. What a shame."

{moves forward in line, with small steps}

"Maybe if you're lucky, you won't burst into tears in front of all of these strangers."

"Are you biting your nails? Knock it off, that's disgusting!"

"S-Sorry, Mom..." 

{tears well up in eyes} {blinks them away}