“Thank you,” she said, surprised. Her lips twitched, hiding a twisted smile as he reacted to the word ‘empath’. “For me, it took a couple years, but I was pretty young and teenage hormones can interfere. Abby’s got a lot of groundwork already, so I don’t know that it will take too long for her.”
He nodded. “Yeah, sure.” The pains of growing up and having a power to deal with, well, that must’ve been fantastic. Abby has empathy too? Yet another person to stay away from then. “If you don’t mind me asking, how do you use empathy out in the field?”
“I’ve got a pretty good range,” she explained. “And I’ve got a secondary skill that allows me to fly, so basically I can do search by opening up my range and listening for people, for specific emotions. It’s not fun, but it’s necessary. And then I’m small, agile, and I have that secondary ability, so I can do rescue.” Summer chuckled a bit. “I had a roof fall on me in the aftermath of Sandy, though. Hospitalised for two weeks.”