She thinks they means the Church and she looks up, confused why he's going on about her metal again (it hurts, it hurts, she's not taking it off). "Stop making excuses for them. Church is fucking huge, if you haven't noticed. Making a kid do a fucking exorcism-- I don't care if it was 'real' or not, that's a cult. A sect, if you want, whatever, it's a cult sect. Taking fucking twelve-year-olds isn't the path of least resistance?"

As she talks, as she tries to logic her way through this, her hand reaches for her collarbone, hovering there. She notices it almost belatedly and moves it back to the floor, the fingers balling into ugly fists.