Kee looked at her as she started laughing. Blinking for a moment as he tried to gather why she was laughing at him. "Yes. Yes I did. I can explain why." He said. "My buddy Jaun's entire family was brutally murdered. He had a psychotic episode caused by a flashback of the event he witnessed when he was ten. He did that exact same motion and actually pulled out a gun. He began firing blindly and nearly nailed me with a few bullets if I had not been using my psychic powers. There is still bullet holes in several places in this very room. One in the right outside of the bookcase middle shelf. Another in the ceiling right by the fan. Yet another in my desk behind you. Several in the floor at your feet that are patch ed up but the carpet has never been replaced. Another in the right corner of the room near where I am standing. Thankfully he had really bad aim and was shooting at the phantoms of his killer and not directly at me. I am only so lucky after all. When I was trying to calm him down he grazed the left side of my neck near my chin." He turned his face and she would be able to see it.<br/><br/>"Eventually he ran out of bullets and that exchange thing that cops put in their guns when they reload. I was able to bring him to his senses. The cops never found his killers because they would not follow the lead of a psychic nine year old boy. Then again I don't blame them. It didn't sound very credible coming from a guy who talks to dead people on a regular basis." He was glad she was smiling now. "You have a beautiful smile by the way Junine. I am rather relieved you weren't going to shoot me. Not that I'd have blamed you considering how badly I shocked the hell out of you. Unfortunately for me I do believe even with psychic powers and magic you would eventually manage to nail me with a bullet." He chuckled in amusement.<br/><br/>He nodded his head. "Alright. You walked here?" he rummaged around in a drawer. Pulling out a set of keys to his car. "Its Jaun's but he gave it to me last year as a birthday present." He led the way outside and looked at her. "Promise I'll try not to say anything personal that I shouldn't know. I will do a hundred percent at not doing that again." He looked at her and unlocked the car. He hadn't left the front door when she asked that question. "I honestly don't know. Its not exactly something I've experimented with. I probably could if I focused my magic and my psychic healing together. I really would rather not find out for the simple reason of something like that would draw all kinds of attention. Particularly of the negative evil kind. Mojo like that is a no no." He said with a chuckle.<br/><br/>Leaving the crime scene and got in the car. "However, if it was for a friend I would try my hardest. Even though I am willing to bet that I would pass out after I cured the cancer. Probably end up horribly sick afterwards because something like that is beyond life threatening. If it was for a friend it would be worth it. After awhile I wouldn't even pass out. Major healings like that require a lot of stamina and that is applying to skills at once which is physically exhausting. It could on probable theory be done." He began driving towards the address in the city once she was inside and buckled. Looking ahead and drove still. He got a slight smile to his face. "So good to be away from there. Blood is like my kryptonite. I just shut down near blood. Especially that much." He looked at her but didn't say anything about what he knew. He suddenly hit the brakes as he sensed a motorcyclist's bike speeding horribly out of control. He hit the curb merely a foot from where they would have been and his eyes started glowing. He caught the motorcyclist when he was almost on the ground and just lightly dropped him to it. "Okay. We can drive again." He said. He started driving again but the purplish pink glow was still fading from his eyes.