He sent back relief. "That is a good thing, actually. Less likely to create something that would be... unpleasant to behold. At least until our brains finished destroying themselves from trying to understand what we were viewing."<br/><br/>Done with the conversation, he turned to the piles scattered about the hanger, and tried to focus on the problem, before realizing that either she was working through the negation field, it had burnt out, or the minions had turned it off. He headed into the RV, leaving the door open as he yelled out it. "Are you having... issues with your ability to do what you do? There should be a field around here that prevents psionics from working, but you are floating and sending fine."<br/><br/>He could feel the pain already fleeing as his consciousness expanded, ideas flowing through him like water through a facet, some he caught, many just flowed by, either impossible to grasp, or too difficult to work on. It felt good though, picking ideas out of the flow like a bear snagging fish from a stream.