"I'd like to look inside your mind," he said, voice soft. "I have a certain amount of telepathy. I won't see anything you want to keep private, but I'll know you're who you say you are. And you'll be able to know that I'm who I say I am."
He could already tell she was... if not worried, uncomfortable. Too late to prevent that. He could only be honest at this point, and hope that she understood. After the issue with Bela, and knowing the measures some people would take to get an inside source into the Hyperion, there couldn't be any more blind trust.