"People tend to," Emma said, angling a suspicious gaze towards the individual. Was he something similar to what Kyle had been, or something else all together different? Or were his mental defenses simply strong enough that her powers didn't effect him? He seemed to know exactly what she'd done or at least have a sense of it. Slipping the PDA into her pocket, Emma moved forward, keeping a wide berth between herself and this man as she walked in an arched curve towards him, keeping herself hugged up against the opposite railing as she started down the stairs.
"It's simply easier to talk to someone if you know what you're dealing with before hand."
And safer as well. If you couldn't read someone, how could you possibly know if they were a psychotic alien with the intent to crack open your spinal column and drink the fluids inside? Even if the chances were slim that that would happen again.