Sandy caught the stray thought about hating people and therefore not wanting telepathic abilities. She could sympathise there. For the most people, people were unreliable and quick to disappoint, they were quick to find something better and shinier to focus their attention on and leave you the wayside. Sandy rubbed her hand along her upper arm.
"You get in with the right people," she told him, looking at him curled up as he was in himself, "then they'd have to go through those folk first."