Lorna doesn't have great mental discipline, which makes her prey to all kinds of unsavory telepaths. She nods and takes a drink of her synthetic vodka and cranberry juice. "I have too. Not as many touch-telepaths, though."

After a moment of contemplation she shakes her head at herself and scoots the chair opposite her out with her foot. "Have a seat, Counselor. Want something to drink? You're taking all this pretty well."