As was to be expected, David's casual explanation brought from her a quizzical look that bordered heavily on doubt. Talk to it? Had she been anyone else, the telepathy remark might have been of equal concern but Paige knew more than her fair share of people with that particular talent; for her it was no more unusual than one's ability to touch their nose with their tongue.

Dutifully she did pull her hands away from the collar, bracing her palms against her thighs as her head tipped to one side on her neck. She watched him closely, unsure what to anticipate from him. Baby talk maybe? Binary? She did as she was told however, no sass, no fuss, a touch of amusement gracing her expression.

“Fire away, Sparky.”