"But-- that's what I meant when I mentioned it in the first place. I just wanted to know why you wouldn't want to tell people things if you knew them." He hesitates, unsure. Lifts his hand and starts to pick at his lip again. There's something anxious and habitual about it, as unconscious as the rolling vibration of his mind as it rolls around in the air between them. The sensation brushes against her mind, curious but timid - quick to roll away when he realizes he's maybe more close than is comfortable to her. Maybe she's the person she's talking about. He should try to keep his hands, his brain, to himself, right?

"There are things like that. Things you could report with but..." A welling of unease like a small wave of nausea. "But you should work on using your mind. Everyone should. I know it isn't comfortable always but it's better than not. It's useful."

They needed useful things.