[ What he says makes sense. She doesn't know enough about telepathy anyway, the kind of control it would take to subdue multiple targets.

He asks and she looks briefly rueful, shaking her head. ]

If there are guards stationed I might be able to do something. [ One on one, that's her strength. ] I breathe this...smoke. And if someone breathes it in, I can see their memories. Take them away or create new ones.

[ If she has to. ]

I can make someone forget they've seen us, but I'm not bulletproof. [ Like some people she knows. Not exactly the most combat-ready. ] You?