"Sometimes," Erin answered, ignoring the vision of one of the blue gloves being stretched out and used to pull over someone's head and asphyxiate them. She pulled the gloves on and flexed her fingers. She hated gloves. Work aside, she'd never, ever been one of those clairsentients that wore gloves everywhere to try to avoid visions. "If someone were to grab me I'd probably still see something, but this way I can usually grab without triggering. It works at work, anyway." And if touching the barrier had taken that away from her, she was calling in sick for the rest of the week.
Erin looked around, flexing her fingers in an aggravated sort of way, and finally settled her vision back on Roxy. "It's gotta go away," she said simply. "There's just no alternative. I can't stay stuck like this forever. I'll go home, go to sleep, and tomorrow I'll be fine. It's probably some kind of... oh what the fuck do witches call it. Ward. Backlash. Security measure. That kind of thing."