Alethea remained there, lying on the floor for another minute of so, her mind wandering, thinking about all of the things she'd seen and felt. It was a lot to take in, and a lot to contemplate. For the next minute her mind quickly went through all of the things she'd learned from her exploration. She put several pieces of the puzzle together in her mind before allowing her mind to wander elsewhere, to the things she'd seen and felt as a result of her partner. His gift was unique indeed. She'd never seen the past, present, or future flowing so strongly in the mind of anyone, even Masters who were well versed and practiced in the art.<br/><br/>She gathered that his gift must be like hers, in that it was an inherent gift, rather than one that was learned. It may not always come easily and it may be hard to control, but it was innate. Her own gift had not always been so easy to control. For the most part it had come naturally to her. She'd learned to use it with relative ease. However, that didn't mean that it didn't come with its own challenges. While actually reading the minds of others had come easily to her, it could be overwhelming if she wasn't careful to avoid allowing everything to flow in unhindered. It hadn't been much of a challenge even to learn to reach out across the galaxy to gather information, or to learn to take in information from her environment, to find echoes and imprints left in the Force. Yet preventing herself from instinctively searching, always, to learn things through the Force, even without conscious thought, that had been a challenge. She had adapted well enough, learning to wall it off, to call forth the thoughts of others with her will, and block them with almost the same ease.<br/><br/>Even though she'd adapted and could now control it with ease, with nothing more than a thought, and sometimes without even consciously thinking about it, it hadn't all come easily. And it certainly wasn't without its own drawbacks. Because she'd always felt everything and everyone around her, blocking it off was like taking away one of her senses, much like losing sight, hearing, or touch might feel to anyone else. Beyond that, it made her feel separated from everyone. Alone.<br/><br/>She stood to pick up the things that had fallen when she'd been jerked back to consciousness, which were now scattered haphazardly around the room, but before she could even pick up one of the items she heard a knock. She stared at the door for a brief second before hitting the button to open it. She had known it was her companion, not only because he was the only other person on board, but because she'd felt him through the Force. She had to admit, the lingering Force energy was indeed impressive. She supposed that the two of them had been chosen for a reason.<br/><br/>"Hey." She greeted him and gestured for him to come in before she walked around the quarters and picked up the things that had fallen, putting them all back in their place. "Sorry." she apologized for the mess. "You can sit, if you want." She offered, taking the water he offered before taking a seat herself. "Thanks." she thanked him with a small smile, grateful for the gesture. She considered asking about what he had seen, even though she'd seen bits and pieces, but she decided not to. For the moment, she was happy to have a small reprieve from the thoughts of the mission. She had a feeling that here soon she wouldn't have a lot of time to think of much else, so she'd take what she could get now.<br/><br/>She guessed it was as good a time as any to get to know her partner, since she thought they'd be spending a lot of time together and so far they knew little about one another. She really only knew what she'd seen and felt from him. "So..." she tried to think of something to say. She wasn't always the best when it came to chatting. In fact, she would probably list it among her greatest weaknesses. She'd never been much for idly chat, especially since she rarely felt the need to ask questions when she could easily find the answers without words, but she supposed that it served a purpose at times, and this happened to be one of those times. "Sorry. I'm not really good at this." She apologized, smiling somewhat sheepishly.