Kate nodded and, with a sigh, diverted her gaze onto the symbol. Coming to peace with her problems would be a good; that was like one of the major goals of therapy. Coming to peace with them meant that she could solve them eventually, right? Eventually. Except finding her friends in this universe was turning out to be a complete bust, and losing Billy and Cassie again made it that much more difficult to deal with, the zombie plague not even included. But she was dealing, and maybe that wasn't quite the same as being at peace with it. Hell, there she was thinking about it right now, the middle between her brows tense like she was trying to rip the thought out of her mind and throw it into that damned symbol. Kate was tired of being angry about that, tired of trying to fill the void with a version of her real sister and real absent father, with a short-tempered archer whose own family of Avengers was falling apart. None of it was going to mend the hurt or the loneliness, and that was okay. She had to stop trying to compensate that way for the Young Avengers--her family--who she missed more than ever. Was that coming to peace? She wasn't entirely sure, but Kate could feel some of the negative thoughts slipping away from her. Her shoulders gradually relaxed, the tension between her brows already faded, and at some point her eyes even closed. But Kate lost some of her focus when she acknowledge being watched, squinting one eye open, suspiciously asked, "You're not a telepath, are you?"