Don't worry, Quentin, Kyle will point it out for you. "You don't have a phone, genius."

Kyle keeps close as the other man walks, because like hell is he about to let the guy pitch over the side and crack his head open. At Quentin's explanation he frowns, not because it's upsetting but because of his tone.

"Okay, one: I know what psionics are, I read science fiction, and I know about crap like MK Ultra and Project Stargate or whatever. Two: does that make you a mutant? My friend Carter is a mutant, he has spooky brain powers too."

You're not his first telepath, Quire. Oh the horror.

"I'm Kyle, by the way. Not that you asked."