"Shame," Richie said a little sadly. "It's a classic." He didn't strictly know if that was true, but it was a movie he'd always watched when it popped up on sci-fi or whatever channel. But he wasn't going to stand around and explain the irony of a movie of telepaths that made people's head explode to another telepath. Or shine user. Shiny-man. ...Shiner? None of those sounded great.
And he'd distracted himself, which was less impressive than one might think. Richie pulled himself back to the now and tilted his head to the side, pushed his glasses up a little. "You might want to look into renting after this," he said, not at all useful but snarky all the same. "Was your last one in the middle of nowhere, subquestion, did it ever take you to Jurassic Park? And, ah, she's been teaching me Shine things. I've got future sight." He wriggled his fingers like it was a joke. And next, I'll pull a rabbit from this hat.