She reached out and lay a hand on Jazz's shoulder, seemingly in a comforting gesture, and let her ability creep out, just a little. She saw a man, blonde and handsome and obviously rich. Thomas Avery. She made a mental note of the name and continued on. She saw Jazz approaching his apartment and then a blonde woman leaving it, looking like she'd been ridden hard and put away wet. Sterrin dropped her hand. "Always liars and cheats," Sterrin continued on, though the look on her face appeared genuinely sympathetic. "It's like they're there for you one minute, and then the next they're chasing after every thing in a skirt. How are you ever supposed to know where you stand with those types? It's so frustrating."