Rachel's gaze snaps up, swift, from her shadow to Charles' face at his exclamation. It's not a reaction she's gotten before, the few times she felt brave--or cornered--enough to reveal this ability; Raylan's stunned and confused "I guess I won't stop trusting you" was honestly the most positive one yet. "Thank you," she stammers, snapping off the flashlight. She takes a moment to replace both flashlight in her bag and the pencil on his desk, in the same spot it had been.
And then she settles back in her seat, listening to him. "The other doctor, he said that too." She makes a soft sound, almost a laugh. "I mean, like. Not that I actually talked to him. The book I read, the one I mentioned back when I first talked to you. He said that these abilities were gifts too. I'd like to be able to see it that way."
The clear implication is that she doesn't. But as much as the same emotional sense lies under her words, there's a hint of something more. A part of her does wish, did wish she could see this as something incredible. But it had fallen on a young girl who already stood out in more ways than she wanted, between her deceased father and her mother's inability to cope, even down to her red hair and freckles. It was one more way in which she was different and she had just wanted to hide it.
She's surprised, for sure, when he reveals his telepathy. But after a moment, it makes sense. He's so understanding not just because he has a leg up on understanding what goes through a patient's head, but because he's been through it himself, he understands what it's like to deal with something like this.
She smiles, faintly, there and gone, to indicate that she'll do as he asks. Her gaze drifts a bit as she grasps for the words. "There's a physical sensation. I feel, like... I don't know, like a pull" she says, a hand coming up from the arm of her chair to twist into a fist in front of her solar plexus. "And the more I try to sustain it, the longer I try to hold it or the more, like, strenuous things I try to do with it, the more tired I am afterwards. Like, last time, I, uh. Threw a ghost down a street and then choked it. And I was exhausted."
There's another pause. In the interests of full disclosure, right? Besides, it's not like he probably already doesn't sense it all inside her head, her heart.
"I'm terrified to use it. I'm scared of losing control of it. I only ever did once, and... someone died."
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And then she settles back in her seat, listening to him. "The other doctor, he said that too." She makes a soft sound, almost a laugh. "I mean, like. Not that I actually talked to him. The book I read, the one I mentioned back when I first talked to you. He said that these abilities were gifts too. I'd like to be able to see it that way."
The clear implication is that she doesn't. But as much as the same emotional sense lies under her words, there's a hint of something more. A part of her does wish, did wish she could see this as something incredible. But it had fallen on a young girl who already stood out in more ways than she wanted, between her deceased father and her mother's inability to cope, even down to her red hair and freckles. It was one more way in which she was different and she had just wanted to hide it.
She's surprised, for sure, when he reveals his telepathy. But after a moment, it makes sense. He's so understanding not just because he has a leg up on understanding what goes through a patient's head, but because he's been through it himself, he understands what it's like to deal with something like this.
She smiles, faintly, there and gone, to indicate that she'll do as he asks. Her gaze drifts a bit as she grasps for the words. "There's a physical sensation. I feel, like... I don't know, like a pull" she says, a hand coming up from the arm of her chair to twist into a fist in front of her solar plexus. "And the more I try to sustain it, the longer I try to hold it or the more, like, strenuous things I try to do with it, the more tired I am afterwards. Like, last time, I, uh. Threw a ghost down a street and then choked it. And I was exhausted."
There's another pause. In the interests of full disclosure, right? Besides, it's not like he probably already doesn't sense it all inside her head, her heart.
"I'm terrified to use it. I'm scared of losing control of it. I only ever did once, and... someone died."