“Is this disappointment?” He asked, arching an eyebrow. “I’m 90% sure I don’t give a fuck, actually.”
“If I wanted to figure you out, boyo, I’d be done by now, and you’d not have noticed. I was just /looking/. I don’t wave my powers about like some flashy cheerleader. What the fuck are you, then?”
“Empathy doesn’t exactly turn off, kiddo.” He said, crossing his arms now. “I’m not going to tell you. If you can guess I’ll let you know you’re correct, but I’m not going to volunteer the information.”
She gave him a very, very flat gaze. “It’s called a shield. I don’t go about snooping into everyone’s emotions all the time, it would make me insane.”