"It's not too bad. It's just me. Always has been, will be until I collapse from an aneurysm or am killed." He answered her thought anyway. Unless Issac was watching the mouth move, he had no way of really telling if someone who stood close by to him said something out loud or in their minds. Every inflexion and emotion still held in their thoughts when they translated into his brain.
Allowing people a chance to practice their gifts always made Issac cheerful. He believed everyone should be accepted as the unique individuals they are, even if they are similar to someone else. Gifts, magics, supernatural biology, in the end, they could only be themselves. "We have few narrow minds here... narrow sighted, narrow-bodied, narrow tastes, but not really narrow minds. Just grumps. There are definitely grumps."