Noah arced an eyebrow as she was pulled in.<br/>"Erm... okay then," he said to himself.<br/>He took another sip of his soda idly.<br/><i>You know what too much sugar does to you.<br/>
So, it isn't that much? <br/>
Whatever. Just try not to have too much.</i><br/>He managed to keep this conversation to himself in his thoughts this time. His conscious was kind of split in two: his psychic conscious, and his mental conscious.<br/>He shrugged and waited for whatever events were taking place in the restroom to be done, though he knew what was happening, through his psychic. He could read both their thoughts and know exactly what was happening.