She blinks at him and her lips thin for a moment. "Everyone's that obvious to me. Almost everyone," she amends, because there are a very few people here whose minds she gets only something like radio static from; not that she minds, really. They just don't outnumber, or even get close to, the people that she can read.

And does. Because habits die hard.

"I've heard people complain about the synthetic alcohol before," Sinthia murmurs. "Is there an override code you're supposed to have to get it?" Because that she can retrieve. Really, she's good at sneaking in and out. The doors don't even have to open. It's interesting to see.