She was listening, even if it looked like she wasn't. The typical glaze a teenager gets in their eyes when a parent is talking may have been there, but she was listening. And it was more than just the words she was taking it, it was tone and intonation as well. Everything was information when it came to dealing with another living creature. He seemed so nonplussed by it all that she couldn't help but think it was some sort of an act. It didn't matter if it was. She really didn't care. She was just curious.
When the question asked had hung in silence long enough, X-23 turned her head on the seat to finally look over at Nathaniel, expressionless. "I've had telepaths in my head before." It had never been anything big, just a way of making sure she was telling the truth about certain things, not leaving important details of assignments out. Stryker and his men had very specific ways things had to be done and he needed to make sure his favorite weapon was doing her job correctly.
"Doesn't it get tiring?" she asked after another long moment of silence. "Having people in your head all the time? Hearing people think about random shit? Or were you strong enough before the shot to block people out?" She'd thought about the cure, thought about getting it done a few times since it was still something she could easily get her hands on. But then the idea of being just a human was so terrifying and disgusting to her that she'd quickly dismissed the thought.
"What did you hear amid all the voices?" Could he have picked up on her inner raging and known what she'd done before meeting him? How long had he been able to hear her? Questions, questions. Could he hear her now?