She could see where he was going with the question. "I just barely touched him," she regretfully clarified. "I've had years to perfect my timing, and it was only long enough to get cursory feedback. He hardly even felt it." That she hadn't hurt him was key, and something she was grateful for.

"And seeing a therapist is really kind of out of the question for me," she continued, going back to his previous statement. "It would take weeks before they'd even begin to understand all my psychoses, let alone actually try and help me with them. I'm better off just trying to work with the bit of Charles I have in here with me." Even though her old friend and mentor also felt she should take the opportunity to talk to someone flesh and blood while she was in the city.