"A fortune-teller?" He laughed at the mind bullets guess, eyes sparkling in the warm light of the lobby. He did not know if he had genuinely laughed at anything for a while before. Chewing on the side of his lip, he shook his head. "Yes, mind bullets, or cap locks as you called it. Coming from a moment where I was about to fight for Abra's life to here did not make for soft communication."
Another smirk pulled on the corners of his lips. "I'm better at it when I'm not panicked." Even panicked he usually was not so loud in everyone's heads but it was a moment of confusion instead of actual focus. No one could blame him for that- hopefully.
"People knowing my name is very strange to come into. I appreciated you more having not actually known me."