Abra smiled back and took note of his hand gesture. Maybe she could teach him to see the words in front of him, literally pick the right one, pull it into his mind and let it fall out of his mouth with ease. That would be an advanced class though, for another day. "We can try sending images now too."
"Give it a minute." Abra said, sipped her coffee and chuckled as Bill's phone sounded to indicate a text a minute later. "You should read that." She didn't need the shine to predict what it said. A first zip-zip could be a real surprise. She figured there had been a quick search for a hidden microphone or other reaction.
The text read 'Bill. What the fuck? Where are you and how are you doing that?'