Psions were sensative. It rather went without saying, but then it wasn't generally known to those who worked alone that the use of psionic abilities around other practitioners was like an alarm sounding. Admittedly it was difficult and sometimes impossible to discern just WHAT application the psi-energy was being used for, but then knowing someone was up to something was often more then enough to send off warning bells.<br/><br/>And so it seemed strange that the MOST sensative amongst them, Maude Bristol seemed unaware of the intrusion. ISRA was less focused on manipulation of their surroundings and more in the observation, so it could be assumed that she was simply politely ignoring the faux pas, her surface thoughts coming in quite clearly. They were focused largely on whom she was to give her equipment requisition order to between their two "hosts".  She swept an errant hair from her forehead, the tickle across her flesh aggravating the sensative more then she would openly admit. These frivolous and useless tidbits were up for grabs, as she looked to Jen, clearing her throat softly, "It's standard for the Ministry to delicately observe their surroundings frequently, just as you were likely trained to hold a single form, being cognizant of ever particle of yourself. The maintenance of our abilities comes at a price of constant vigilance. Call it a natural reflex or... a slight flexing of tense psychic muscles. I'm sure it was not intentional."<br/><br/>"We're to work together, I'm afraid that we're going to have to trust one another with our own lives at some point. A habit of eavesdropping on others will be valuable. There are those that say intruding on the mind is a violation into the most sacred part of one's being. What has been most valuable to me in the past is making certain to keep my... sacred place clean." Miss Bristol removed her glasses to polish the lenses, for the third time in ten minutes. It wasn't obsessive compulsion or any mental foible that drove her, so much as the fact that she could scarcely tolerate any particles to obscure her vision. With her eyes unfettered she suffered from a familiar nauseous feeling, as the world came into sharp focus. The almost imperceptible spray of bacteria and saliva that streamed from those gathered as they breathed, the two centimeter long scar that marred the finger of Mr. Archer, the... she put her glasses back on hastily, before continuing,  "We will have to tolerate the eccentricities that have been burned into us by our various organizations, with the understanding that we were thusly trained with good reason. It has kept members of our organizations alive. I should very much prefer to be alive then polite, but I agree... where ever possible we should be both. Will you forgive the representative from the Ministry for what was clearly an unintentional slight?"