Bonnie looked up at him, and for a minute could only stare. She had not said anything. Well, okay. She'd said 'oomph' or 'augh', or something to the effect. Whatever sound she'd made, it had been incoherent. Was he responding to that? She didn't think so. It was sort of a delayed response if it was. Bonnie had never encountered a telepath before, and if she was being honest, she'd never really wanted to. She had too many secrets. She wasn't sure if it was really considered polite to go out and ask something like that, though. So, she did something she figured would probably be the next best thing. She pictured the weirdest, most random thing she possibly could. And then she threw in a little disturbing for good measure. Which happened to be the fat old creepster giving a mustache ride to some six hundred pound chick while a couple of furries slathered them with melted butter. Disgusting as it was, she thought about this with as much concentration as she could spare, all while carefully watching his face.
"Thanks, I'm okay. As long as we don't die. Are you?"