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[And he just quickly lifts it up.]

Where to?

*Flicking her wings open, she flies up and hovers in front of him*

Over by the desk, if you don't mind.

*She beams at him*

[He can't help but glance at the title.]

Webster's Dictionary?

I like to go through it while I'm fixing things. Keeps me up to date on the English language.

*She flits over to the desk, beside the tangle of wires and circuitry she was working with*

That thing only gets heavier. Of course, I could just have grown, but.. *small shrug*

*Abe watches from his tank*

Perhaps someone could help you with that.

*She looks over, surprised at the voice. Forgetting the book, for now, she flits over to the glass wall*

Ooh. I don't think I've ever seen someone like you before. Which is a shame.. You're a lovely shade of blue.

Oh, well, my... thank you?

*He swims a tad closer to the glass, and holds up his hand*

May I? It will making getting to know one another a tad easier.

*She grinned as his hand touched the glass, lowering her shields and pressing her against her side*

Oh..

*She was shocked at the flood of information, having never linked with anyone with telepathic abilities before. Empath, she corrected herself, but she thought it might be a bit more than that*

Well, that was certainly better than most first dates I've been on..

*Jinx teased him, grinning widely and throwing him a wink*

*As she read him, he read her. The influx of knowledge was disorienting, especially when it came to her interpretation of what she was learning about him. He backed away from the glass and curled his hands into loose fists.*

I am not an empath. I possess an enhanced frontal lobe that allows me to see facts, both of the past and the present. Emotions rarely have anything to do with it.

*He selectively ignored the date comment. He'd never been on one, obviously, but the mention of them reminded him of Nuala. Many of the memories he'd absorbed from Jinx had brought back recollections of the princess.*

Ah, sorry. Consider me corrected. Biometric psionics?

*She flew back from the glass, picking up a general discomfort from his body language. Had she done something wrong? She'd picked up a brief glimmer of a blonde female, but she'd kept herself from nosing into that area too much. Maybe he just didn't like blondes. Or he had something against tiny people*

It's still an interesting ability. I can imagine the variety of pro's and con's with that.