Natalie supposed she should have known that question was coming, but she still didn't quite know how to answer it. Aging yourself was one thing. Reading people's minds was something else. It was an invasion of privacy, and a lot of people couldn't deal with that. She was amazed Evan trusted her enough.
"You could say that," she answered weakly. "I'm sort of... telepathic." She didn't look at Laney to gauge her reaction. Instead, she focused on picking out some clothes that absolutely did NOT show off her little sister's boobs. She pulled out a t-shirt and a pair of sweat pants and handed them to her, before retrieving a sports bra. No boobs for Laney. No ma'am.