"I'm guessing he can read minds?" Jessica hadn't looked up yet. She heard what they were doing, she was still buzzing with a combination of adrenaline and hyper-awareness. She was ready to snap but also couldn't think of moving. Everything going on should have brought up a million questions but she couldn't bother to voice or even think of them.
"I have PTSD. Something...snapped." she admit, if only because it might keep him from leaving her there to rot.