"Are you able to make one on purpose?" she asks out of general curiosity. A psychic link would be incredibly useful in some circumstances, now that she thinks about it. "I was friends with a psychic. She was more the type to have visions, but sometimes they were from the point of view of someone else. She knew what the Cylons were thinking, a couple of times..."
Oh, that is something she's heard of, just not by that specific term. She blinks a little at his admission, but otherwise doesn't seem surprised. "Just mediocre?" she says in a gently disbelieving voice. "I think it must help a lot... I know what it's like to be called sensitive, though. Not that I'm anywhere close to being psychic." No, if she were truly an empath, she wouldn't have been blindsided by Caspar's behavior.
Her expression brightens at his laughter. It's one thing that they don't have in common, as she rarely stifles hers, but she's grateful to know someone who also appreciates the terror of small talk with strangers. "Right," she agrees, with a small giggle of her own. She settles back in her seat when Lyra flops over, her expression sobering. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that about her mother. What's her father like? I'm sure they'll all like you very much once they've gotten to know you." How could possibly not like him??
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Date: 2017-04-25 04:41 pm (UTC)Oh, that is something she's heard of, just not by that specific term. She blinks a little at his admission, but otherwise doesn't seem surprised. "Just mediocre?" she says in a gently disbelieving voice. "I think it must help a lot... I know what it's like to be called sensitive, though. Not that I'm anywhere close to being psychic." No, if she were truly an empath, she wouldn't have been blindsided by Caspar's behavior.
Her expression brightens at his laughter. It's one thing that they don't have in common, as she rarely stifles hers, but she's grateful to know someone who also appreciates the terror of small talk with strangers. "Right," she agrees, with a small giggle of her own. She settles back in her seat when Lyra flops over, her expression sobering. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that about her mother. What's her father like? I'm sure they'll all like you very much once they've gotten to know you." How could possibly not like him??