"Not as you'd think." There was another pause as she left the shelving, as if she were getting her bearings. Her hand lowered slowly from the shelf she'd been "using" to guide her, and soon she entered the empty space, walking confidently if not slowly.
"Haven't you heard the saying that no true psychic could, should, or would see her own future? It's a dangerous game to play; by looking at the future, we change it." Her hand lifted again; this time to touch the counter, as if she were making sure she'd reached it.
"Then, I'm not psychic; it's just a name on a board." She made her way around the counter, and as she was now behind it, she seemed to frown. Where was the damned tea?