Taking her own seat at the island with a glass of sparkling fruit water, Emma placed her elbows on the counter. "The small talk would be why exactly you dislike psychics so much?" She wasn't about to turn this into a therapy session, if Pyro needed to talk about anything it was his neglectful childhood and his violent adolescence rather than any unfortunate instances of mind invasion from telepaths.
And she doubted she'd get far with that right now. Possibly ever, knowing how stubborn St John could be.
"You are entitled to your anger, obviously, however I need to know what the trigger of the distrust was, in order to direct your building around that." What she needed was honestly, and St John happened to avoid that with her. Which was counter productive really.