"One," she said. "I mean, I can make friends. I just don't have a lot of motivation anymore. When this happened to me, I thought my life was over. Then I found out a way to help people. Eating murder victim brains and getting visions to help me solve their crimes. But that was back home where I convinced a cop I was a psychic. I was good at it..."
She shrugged.
"Now, I don't know. It's not that I don't think no one would listen to me. It's just that nothing seems to happen here. There don't really seem to be people that need my help. I'm just... here now."
She paused.
"Ihopeyou'renotfreakedoutbythebrainthing," she mumbled.