"I see."

She keeps to a neutral tone, gaze mostly on her feet. If she'd known what he was thinking, she would have smacked him. But luckily, she isn't a telepath, and she's terrible at Seid magic — her world's rough equivalent. So Fortescue sits there and keeps going, because sometimes talking about it is the only way for it not to kill you. As much as she loathes therapists, she knows that much.

"With technology?"