Kimmi turned to regard the newcomer, and envy shot through her psyche before she managed to cut that train of thought off. Kimmi hadn't considered at all that psychics might be listening in to her thoughts, and that burst of boob-jealousy probably impinged on the consciousnesses of the psychics present in the room. Kimmi didn't try to control her thoughts to protect herself from psychics. She did it because sexual thoughts were dangerous for her. The sexuality that seemed to hang about most of the applicants was beginning to make her horny. A cold shower was not an option, now, so repression would have to do.<br/><br/>"Y-yes..." Kimmi started, clearing her throat. "This the salvage mission... what skills do you bring to the table?"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>