If Adrienne had been intrigued before by the little glimpse their run-in afforded her, her brows arched toward her hairline now. Not only did he realize she had seen something from touching him, he apparently was able to learn something about her as well in the process. Her name, in any case.
"What are you?" Adrienne asked.
The question itself was worded in a rude way, but her tone was far from disgusted as one might expect following an ask like that. Instead, she sounded clearly admiring and excited. Knowing her name like that, talking about getting into his head, he had to be some kind of psychic. Now the real question was, was he a mutant, like her?