Rahim stared at her hands as she signed. He didn’t know sign language. Daryn was likely the only person who used telepathy that didn’t annoy him. She was the only one that didn’t make him paranoid about it. He didn’t like people in his head in most cases. I could push him for you. You get detained and the hospital will lose their shit. I get detained and Zoe could probably cover for me and do it better Rahim thought at her coyly. Even in his head, he had a deep, calm voice. Taking a mute’s phone was cold as fuck and he wanted to do more than just shove this guy.
Instead he turned to the armed doorman and held out his ID card. “It’s December. You know who she is. Let the doctor in to get her shit,” he told the doorman, sounding calm as ever despite the urge to incapacitate the man.