Emma clucked her tongue and pointed a finger at Laurel after she said "You're a telepath."
"I wish," she said to her question. That wasn't entirely true, but Emma's telekinesis was pretty pitiful. She might be able to make a spinning coin land the way she wanted it to. Four times out of ten, maybe. "But who knows? I'm still self-actualizing."
Emma looked around, too. I don't think they're robots, she telepathically told Laurel, taking care to keep away from all the memories and thoughts Laurel was trying to suppress just then. Some of them were sweaty and inappropriate. Some of them were just plain cool.