[She uncovers her face, to look at him with sympathy. She knows what it's like to have something-- off in your head. A passing thought wonders if that's something hereditary, or to do with their powers. She ignores it, rubbing a hand nervously over her mouth. It's awful, to feel so helpless. ]

I do have questions. ... I sort of... I need to think first though. Or they'll all come out-- wrong. You... need to get better. And I... need to think.