His silence reminded her it was no longer late, it was getting toward early, and she reached for the door handle. "Kinda?" She laughed softly as she shook her head. It was the first time she'd met someone who wasn't freaked, and now she knew why. "There's nothing 'kinda' about being able to see stuff that happened," she told him. There were so many more questions she had, such as if things just came to him when he brushed past, or touched someone, or if he was somewhere he didn't know anything about and it happened.

But she didn't want to overdo it. "Thanks for the ride."