Elijah chuckled at Jules' backpedaling. Seriously, he wasn't going to take offence to her asking a few questions, he had survived worse. What did they do? Well, that was a little difficult to answer.<br/><br/>"Depends on the person I suppose, at least from what I've gotten from a few others." He said with a shrug. "I've mostly gotten tests and things to figure out the extent of my own problems. How accurate I can be, how far away a person can be before I get nothing, that sort of thing. Honestly, I was hoping they would have done more to help suppress them, but it looks more like they want to further progress them." He knew it wasn't the most enthusiastic answer, nor did it paint the place in the best light, but it was the truth. Expecting help, Elijah had felt more like a lab experiment through the year he had been here.<br/><br/>When Jules started explaining her own abilities and reasons for being here, Elijah listened as closely as he could. He was always interested in hearing about what others were going through in this regard. He had to admit, this was the first he had heard of dreams coming true. He shook his head with a soft smile when she apologized.<br/><br/>"Hey, it's all good. I'm sure staying awake for days on end isn't the easiest thing to do, or hide." He knew of a few others who avoided sleep, but mostly for lifestyle reasons rather than trying to avoid dreaming. And then there were others who seemed to always be sleeping!<br/><br/>Elijah wasn't surprised when the question came back to him, you couldn't just ask and not expect the same to be asked to you. Her guess wasn't far off, though he wouldn't go so far as to label himself a full blown mind reader.<br/><br/>"Close. It's more like hearing projected thoughts than actually reading someone's mind." He knew it wasn't the clearest of explanations, but he wasn't all that clear on how exactly these abilities worked either. "It's like..." Elijah tried to think of a better way to explain. "I can hear thoughts without actually meaning or even trying to, like the constant drone of voices all talking at once in your head." He sighed with the frustration of trying to say this in an understandable way.<br/><br/>"I'm doing a horrible job at this."