Taming the Hawk [Zinda]

[zinda]

Zinda was taking careful note of everything as Stevens opened the door and led the way now that the guards gave them clearance. She eyed the guards carefully, making careful not to memorize faces and the badges they wore, the layout of the building, the drab walls of the prison bloc and everything else that they passed, not that she hadn't seen this part of the building already but trying to memorize things to the point she could identify them blindfolded if ever need be was something she was trained to do long ago.

"I wouldn't know, it's not every day I meet someone that possesses your unique abilities so yeah, the whole concept is still foreign to me in a big way." Zinda answered Phoebe's verbal comment, just barely in time before she felt her voice in her head. Would it ever stop feeling creepy? She didn't know if she'd ever get used to it but she'd probably have to regardless.

Yes you're right but it happened more than once and believe me when I tell you it's provided more than one sleepless night trying to get over everything that bas... that creep put me through. And while you are still on this wavelength reading my thoughts allow me to tell you something quick, simply and to the point. She formed her thoughts carefully. I'll admit I was harsh on you earlier but it wasn't my intent to single you out or make fun of you. This may not be an excuse but you have to understand I am from a different era. Things were alot simpler where I come from and I am not used anyone really being able to do the things you do. It's not because you're a kid and I don't really consider you a freak. It's just. it's alot to get used to. I hope you can understand that and accept my apology. She gave the girl another smile while continuing to follow Agent Stevens,

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Phoebe simply shrugs to Zinda's statement. As far as she's concerned, having her abilities is totally normal. But then again, she was born with them and would find not having them really weird. "Well, everyone like me is a bit different, so it's not just you," she continues the verbal conversation. Even among people with telekinesis and telepathy there's differences in strength and how easy they are to use. Phoebe is actually rather weak at telepathy, even though she has very good control. It's her telekinesis that's really exceptional.

And you don't need to say you're sorry; lots of people think I'm a freak. Or if they don't think I'm a freak, they think I'm a weapon. Or if they don't think I'm a weapon they think I'm just a little kid who doesn't understand anything. Thinking stuff like that is just what people do sometimes,[/color][/i] she replies, though after a moment she decides to add, I guess that means I accept your apology. It isn't easy, or even that pleasant, being Phoebe. But she's used to it, and it's not like she can magically make herself normal.

[zinda]

Alright then. Maybe I'll take you out sometime for breakfast. Agent Stevens too if you'd like her to come along. Zinda dryly suggested to wind up the mental portion of the conversation. She honestly had no idea what else to tell the kid outside of asking why she didn't go out and have fun the way other girls do or if her life was all about work. Sure she had a job and responsibilities, which were still an unusual scenario for a girl her age but that shouldn't keep her from having a life outside of her duties with her partner.

Her eyes turned back to Agent Stevens as she continued leading them along. Closer than ever to feeling like she would pop out of her skin if she didn't get out of this place soon it certainly seemed bigger now than she had realized previously. Hopefully all the official business wouldn't take long. So much to think about, she just wanted to get it done so she could grab a drink somewhere and sleep the nightmare this day had been away. Nothing else to do for the moment though but wait.