Havoc's hand dropped to his thigh, his fingers unconsciously twisting into the loose fabric of his pants. How the hell did she do that? How did she know his thoughts? As he tried to process the shock of it all, another part of his mind began trying to gauge just how dangerous she might be. Because as a soldier this was something Havoc had no idea how to defend against. How do you defend your thoughts?

Kaylee's words soon filtered through and Havoc's shock was rekindled. "There's another one?" He wondered if metal helmets could protect thoughts. And if they did, where could he get one.