"But you do have a PhD I imagine with the way you talk," he remarked as he sat back in the chair that he had decided to occupy. He offered out his left hand to her, and it was in great shape, though plenty of hard earned callouses from a lifetime of being a soldier and living harder than a few people he knew.

He was waiting to see if she had any suggestions on how he could possibly tap into this ability on a more consistent basis. Right now, it was trial and error and rarely made its appearance when he wanted or needed it to. He was slowly turning his attention to putting effort into learning his new weird ability now that it seemed to not just be a random freak accident.

"You seen anything like this before at least?"