"I hope that's not essential, mine doesn't do that."

"I'll stare at you next," she says to the other Lorica, focusing on the booper for the moment.

"Huh, subtle."

Her power streams in with inferences, most of them about what the effect isn't, before flagging something weird about her how her brain is responding to her power usage.

"Oh, damn. It's blocking the downside of my power - it's barely doing anything now but if I ran at full tilt for a few hours I wouldn't feel the migraine. I think I'd still run out of juice though. I think this is your master immunity power?"

"Are you saying this whole time we've been immune to thinker headaches and it just didn't come up because we're not thinkers?"

"Yes."

"Also I love this power. Probably some time limit and it might be variable but still, best power."

"Well, now I know what to offer you next time I want something."

"Please do."

"Next Lorica! What do you know so far?"

"Almost nothing. It twigs to something if I'm near Plumata or Dad, negligibly if at all to most other people."

"Hmm.. anything sensory going on with the twigging?"

"Uh... synaesthetically sort of like the concept of hiding?"

"Huh! Anything on say, Dinah? Or Aisha?"

"Nothing on Aisha. Not much on Dinah."

"Hm.... hey Dinah what's the probability I figure this out now?"

What sort of thing is Galea likely to do over the next few hours, asks her power over an entirely novel sensory modality.

"- what the fuck was that!!"

"91.4322. Also I'm charging you extra for that one, I'm not here for work." she says to Tattletale.

"Sure. Also, promising!"

"So, Lorica. How'd it feel?"

"Like she was knocking on my head asking if I had a moment to discuss with her my next few hours of plans! - Dinah if that gave you a headache apparently that-one can fix it for you."

"It works less well if I overuse it - I'll save it for worse headaches."

"Huh, good to keep in mind. Anyways!"

"Does it do anything on Lucien?"

"Huh - yeah. Sort of the opposite of hiding, actually. I could - draw attention to myself."

"Lucien can you touch her and see if she has any trenches."

"If she wants me to??"

She holds out her hand.

Trench check.

Does she have any trenches, furrows, or etchings that aren't part of a person? An inquiring power would like to know.