I don't know. They don't seem very guarded. And do you always try to listen to people when they say things? Emma asked Laurel. She was well past taking offense at people asking those kinds of questions.
Mostly.
But there was no 'try' to it. Emma couldn't not tele-hear people any more than she could not physically-hear them. At best, she could tune them out into a vague background drone.
She shook her head and focused on the here and now. "Since I was eleven. Not the most exciting week in my life, believe me," Emma breezily declared. The week she'd first broken into her parent's medicine cabinet. And then the liquor cabinet. Fun times. "Ancient history. How long have you... you know... bang pow?"