Oh... that was a hell of a thing. Zoey’s head is reeling, and she can still FEEL an afterimage of the feedback, of the words, all of them, in her head. Gods that was a lot. Is a lot. She almost feels as though if she reached out... she could hear more. Learn more. And come out of it with a screaming headache that lasted for DAYS, no doubt. She’s trying to sort it all out as it is, sort words from song lyrics from Doctor Darling’s words...

And the questions, the ones he’d asked her, here, while she was lost in the midst of... everything, make her wonder. Did he know? Had he somehow... sensed her vision? Had he been able to sense her?

She reaches out, then, brushes gentle fingertips against his wrist, and asks a question. This isn’t what she’d planned; she’d not intended to go revealing to ANYone just what she is. But she reacts without thinking. “What’s an HRA?” What’s the Board?