Jason didn’t understand why she’d want to lock herself away in her room. The rooms here were small and boring; almost prison-like in their qualities. Not that he would know, he was fortunate enough never to have been in a prison and from what he’d seen on TV they didn’t exactly look like the nicest of places. At least here they could walk around freely and didn’t have a curfew.
“Isolation’s not a good look on anyone,” Jason told her, not unkindly. He was more of a social creature, he hated going back to his room only to be alone. He didn’t quite understand people who sought out isolation. It was alien to him. And he always had the best intentions, even if he didn’t understand. “How come you wanna just hang in there? Are the rest of us really that bad?”
When she talked about her powers, Jason winced in sympathy. “Precog?” He asked, “that… that must be rough.”