The abashed teenager didn't expect anyone else to notice his lightning-speed visual inspection of the visitor, but her coy comment dispelled any self-consciousness he started to feel.  He answered her cheeky question with nothing more than a glance at her eyes and a hint of a lascivious grin.  He inwardly reproached himself for not taking into consideration the wind currents he might kick up with his movements.  There was still so much he had to learn about using his remarkable powers.<br/><br/><strong>"Talpert, keep your prisoner's mouth shut,"</strong>Happy ordered, after the captive spat out his greeting to the heroine.  The PR man had let the barrel of the rifle lower.  J.D. jerked it upwards until it was pointing at the cartel goons again.<br/><br/>The youth returned to fanning the fetching doctor so he didn't have to watch Oscar do his little brain-grope.  He envied the other's empathic powers greatly, particularly for the clues they might provide into the inscrutable minds of the fairer sex.  He found Oscar's virtuous imperatives a bit excessive, however, but he kept those criticisms to himself.<em>'Shit, man, they don't need to know all the details about how your powers work -- don't discourage them from showing some skin!'</em>