Mantis shakes his head, clearing away the clutter and echo of the thoughts he had just been in. What a terribly interesting man he's met. A proper scientist. Possibly even a mad one, but not in a melodramatic and evil kind of way.

"It's been a while since I found a mind laid so readily bare. You're like an open book." Mantis rubs the back of his neck and slightly up to the back of his skull. "Shows how long it's been since I did that, too. Parlor trick psychics make it easier for the genuine ones like myself. We get paid better and more often."