M.E. had stopped his actual writing and was now just doodling in his notebook as he chatted with the girl, of allhis knowledge of the worlds, he'd never met or even heard of something or someone quite like her. His doodles mainly ended up as stick people fighting, he didn't feel like writing down this girl's life story, but wanted to at least hear what she wanted to say. "So, what are the effects of touching another's soul? It sounds bad for one of you from the way you're lowering your voice. Hey, are your friends coming back, and do they have any interesting powers like yours?" He started another doodle depicting a stick man running up a wall throwing shurkin and swinging a katana.