Clarice sits there, just digesting everything she is being told, so much information, so many secrets, she needs to put into her most attentive mentality to organice her ideas just to not get into a shock, yeah sheknew she was working for an agency that deals on secrets and death... but not of this kind, she just nods to both men as if she were hearing a mission's debriefing.<br/><br/>"Ok, so no supernatural ways to do it... I suppose that is a blessing, still... with the best intelligence and the more advanced tech in the world is not hard to imagine few people actually escape them, right?" says Clarice asking herself how much she can trust this men. And for a moment the facade of optimism, professionalism and enthusiasm falls from her, showing her quite vulnerable and scared. "Well then I suppose everyone of us have some kind of secret... I have powers too, that is why I work for the Agency, just not in this program, I am not sure how many besides my boss now what can I do. Its not something as cool as using force fields or super strength... its just well practical. I can see the future, not much unless it involves me directly, sometimes I have dreams and when I am awake  I realize that things are going to happen then and there, but most of the time I can force myself to look into the future, from just a few second to up to 5 minutes, of course every time I look into the future it changes, because sometimes I don't follow the script and do something else altering the patter... and sometimes that causes problems in itself..."<br/><br/>For a moment she looks relieved after saying that, she had kept it secret for so long that she didn't know what she will do if she meet others like her. But now she thought she could trust them, at least she hoped so.