( she falls quiet for a bit, shifting so that her legs are tucked under her and her elbow is propped up on the chair arm, supporting her head. regarding him, it's obvious she's sizing him up as chews on this information he's given her, almost like a ruminant chewing the cud. the main difference being--at least hopefully to an observer--that her eyes shine with a deliberate and capable intelligence.

finally, she sighs, and unfolds herself to reach for her notebook and start writing. )

You don't have to be cruel, just annoyed. It is a very useful ability, however. I would do a lot to be able to have access to it myself.

( that's where she leaves it. she's unwilling to ask him for access, to invite what that entails into her life just right now. ) Is there anything else?