She sifted through his memories with surgical precision, respecting his privacy and taking only what had been offered to her. It was a very strange feeling, really. The girl looked like she could be floored by a stiff breeze, yet as he was exposed to her mind he felt like the fragile one now, his very thoughts being caressed by something that could easily snuff them out on a whim of the emaciated girl. The spine-like protrusions on her body had begun to hum a little louder.