"Something must be interfering with your abilities," Brenda decided, watching Odin have another reaction when touching his brother after having done so on the lawn. "Your vision's gone crazy, Odin is vomiting. You're both psychics, yes? Have you ever experienced reactions like this before?" She was no psychic; she had no real baseline for what was normal or not for them - though it wasn't hard to guess that seeing too many colors or throwing up on the lawn were normal reactions. If psychics had trouble like that every time they used their powers, she'd have heard of it by now. That it was happening now meant that it was likely something environmental; though she couldn't rule out some sort of unrelated psychic issue that she didn't know about, Occam's Razor would suggest it was the big magical dome that was only a short distance away.
"We should get you both away from the dome," she said. "Orion, are you ok to walk if I lead you? Odin, are you able to get up without help?" She'd seen him freak when he touched the grass and again when he touched his brother; logic said he was likely a clairsentient and therefore wouldn't want her help. "I have some latex gloves in my first aid kit here," she added, holding them up but not tossing them yet, in case they wouldn't work. "Will they help?"