He was silent for a time, considering how much to answer. Or if he'd answer at all. It was the fact that she'd had experience with telepaths before that decided it for him.
"I wouldn't know," Nathaniel began, rather contemplative for that his mind was half on the conversation and half on the road. "It is certainly difficult to concentrate and occationally painful when it hits and the thoughts of others invade my mind. They are not there all the time. As I said, I have found myself experiencing the same symptoms as those who have taken the cure."
He changed lanes and passed a car, turning off the radio as he did so, "But I never took the cure. Nor, for that matter, have I ever been a mutant... at least prior to this. So I really have no experience with it... As for what I hear, your assessment of 'random shit' is quite correct. More often than not I get emotions and pictures rather than actual words - thoughts are not always conveyed as though spoken. Yours for example, were quite distraught and lost."
Nathaniel glanced over a moment, "I recognized it from our first encounter when you were far more concerned about having a warm bed than being properly receptive to my offer...
"I am not sure why your thoughts this time were as they were, but as I said, I recognized them. Something had you angry and without direction. I decided to try and give you direction - as much to help you as to help myself, of course. I will need to learn control should this continue. And as the episodes have increased in frequency, I can only assume they will."
The car made its way into the right lane, the exit was approaching. He went quite as he moved the vehicle over and guided it into the streets that would bring them to the new hotel.
A final question as he pulled into the parking lot, "Why were you running this time?"