Indeed, Felix was distracted by Arkin's gesture, his words, his continuing intensity. She didn't see him throwing the penny into the woman's drink, she just saw the man in the suit Arkin was pointing to, and then back to Arkin, her eyes bright and curious. Precognition? Like Elijah? Was that the skill Arkin was suggesting he had? Her eyes caught on Arkin--precognition, how cool--and she watched him until the commotion pulled her away.
The woman had dropped her coffee. She was choking. Felix was on the edge of her seat and she felt her heart pounding fast in her chest, her own breath catching in her throat. She wa supposed to live. Why was she still choking? Then the man Arkin had pointed out stepped in and saved the day, and the woman stopped choking and started breathing. Felix turned back to Arkin, looking both baldly awed as well as slightly disconcerted. She didn't know the penny was his; she didn't know he'd almost killed a woman to make a point. But she did know he could’ve prevented the woman from choking in the first place. Felix wondered what it would be like to have such knowledge. To know what was coming. Could he change it, if he took matters into his own hands?
"Unbelievable," Felix breathed, leaning back in her seat and facing Arkin as she took another bite of her pastry. “Is it a trip, to see the world that way?”
She was still lost in the thought of precognition, in the weight of it. Because of Elijah’s ability, it was a subject she often wondered about. What it would be like to have it. How it would change her, if it would twist her. She didn’t think it had twisted Elijah. Had it twisted this man?
She thought about that as she licked some icing off of her finger, and then this man’s name and power clicked together like puzzle pieces in her head. Arkin. Arkin, who could see the future, kind of like Elijah and who was about Elijah’s age. A man named Arkin used to fight crime alongside Elijah, her father, many years ago, before Felix was really around in Elijah's life. But Felix remembered Arkin now, a little. She knew him. Or at least she knew of him. Arkin Ford had been sent to jail for murder. How many Arkins could there be? She kept her eyes fixed on him and tried to process that connection slowly. Could she remember anything else about him?