The sensitivity of Erin's power was a strange thing, but one she'd pretty much figured out in the twenty or so years she'd been aware of it. Touches initiated by other people always triggered it, regardless of whether or not it was through clothing. But her own clothing shifting against her skin wasn't causing constant visions of, say, her shirt's latest tumble through the washing machine. Brushing up against strangers in a crowded bar would do it, but the ground she walked upon didn't trigger a vision through her shoes. It was weird, but just the sort of thing she didn't question anymore. "Yeah," she answered, flexing and reflexing her hands instinctively. She had the urge to just start grabbing everything, and knew that was probably not the greatest idea ever. "Like... shit, it's not even worth explaining it to you because it'd just freak you out." Or at the very least unsettle her.
Erin, still flexing her fingers, looked back in the direction of the school and nodded. She headed that way without hesitation, immediately touching the dome and then deliberately grabbing at the chain of her purse. Which, if the visions were to be believed, had apparently been used to strangle someone to death. Great. "No go," she announced. "Christ, I hope this wears off. I can't- hey, you got gloves in your ambo? I think I'm gonna need a pair."