"You'll get no argument from me," Mathias says with a smile, holding up on hand for a moment before he returns to the picture Sam has picked for him to colour. "Could you control it at all? Turn it off when you needed to?" It seems like such a strange way to word that question, but he isn't sure how else to say it.

The idea of having it all the time, always hearing the thoughts of others, it's all too overwhelming. Mathias honestly can't imagine how one might deal with that. He supposes there must be ways to block it out, something she'd have to learn, perhaps, but it still seems like too much information all at once.