[Were he as straight-laced as Hux, he would be asking for permission before monitoring— and adjusting— the minds of those workers that are only briefly touched by distraction. In this case, he opts not to: from his perch on a nearby office balcony (amazing what the right connections will do, even for a minorly recognized athlete) he reaches out to keep focus on work, on selfish trains of thought, on Sam's brilliant display. A minor touch here, a quick press there.
Only after a moment does he notice something sharper— a pinprick thought, waters stirring somewhere else in the building.
He abandons his prior efforts to reach out towards Bruce's thoughts (and everyone else's by proxy).]
( You're being noticed. Personal security. )
[It isn't asking permission as much as it is waiting for a signal to proceed.]
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Only after a moment does he notice something sharper— a pinprick thought, waters stirring somewhere else in the building.
He abandons his prior efforts to reach out towards Bruce's thoughts (and everyone else's by proxy).]
( You're being noticed. Personal security. )
[It isn't asking permission as much as it is waiting for a signal to proceed.]