Sandy wondered if there would ever be a day where she didn’t have to start every conversation with ‘I’m a telepath’. Maybe she could get a badge, so that when she met new people, she could explain why she knew things she wasn’t supposed to. And also to explain why sometimes she got confused as to what had been said aloud and what had been a thought.
“It’s not stupid,” she said quickly, “I mean, to be upset. I don’t know the full details, but… from what I can tell it is unfair.” She frowned a little, resisting the urge to delve in a bit deeper, to find out exactly what had happened. She could hear faint echoes of something about a conversation on the network, people called Mason and Aidan - Aidan who had his powers on lockdown: she knew that because she’d met him before. She’d spoken to him. He hadn’t wanted to behave so they’d locked his powers down to stop him trying to escape.
She wet her lower lip. “I’m Sandy,” she offered after a moment, holding her hand out across the table. “Don’t apologise for being upset, Dove. I mean, everyone-” Who named their kid Dove? “-I can’t control my powers and they don’t lock me down. It’s inconsistent.”
She had to admit, though, she was curious what concussive force was. And what light energy looked like.