Peter chuckled. "I spend a lot of time in this office. I like it to be comfy."
He sat down on the opposite end of the desk, blinking lightly as colors were drifting into his vision. Interesting. But he ignored them in favor of looking at Bridge. "Jack's been here a while. I didn't let him stay low-profile. I like knowing who I'm dealing with."
As he sat, he heard, and saw, as Bridge took off his glove and described the ability. "Somatosensory empathy," he added. "You can see what others are feeling or what their intensions are by the colors."
Peter smiled lightly, seeing the colors himself for a moment before pushing them aside, pulling them in so he could concentrate. "You mentioned your dreams. And Cordelia. Could you..." He extended his hands, palms upward. "Could you show me what you saw?"