[ Jessica doesn't answer. She just keeps grimacing. By the time she hits the G, she's getting careless. She's ready for this to be done, so she rushes through the letter. Not that she's sure if she should care about aesthetics when it comes to branding someone with a sin.

When she's finally, blessedly finished, she drops the knife onto the table with a loud clatter. She then steps away a good ten feet or so, even if the distance does nothing, but hey, she's at least avoiding temptation. Lucifer would be so proud. ]

There, done. Sorry. Wish that wasn't the better option. [ She lets out a long, long exhale. God, what was her life? ] Just gimme a minute and you can start on me. Same spot should be okay.

[ If this were any other person, she'd be having a dang feast. ]