[Arrivals]

~That's exactly right. Good job,~ comes Geneva's mental voice. Relief, gladness, a tinge of pride that it actually worked, all underscored by old melancholy. ~Remember how that feels, the difference between this and shouting the words in your mind. If you find yourself shoutcasting accidentally, just do the mental exercise again.~

There's that cute cat eye-smile again.

~And don't worry, you weren't broadcasting all your thoughts to everyone around you,~ Geneva says. And then quickly adds. ~That wasn't because I was reading your mind. I'm just guessing you had some of the same fears and anxieties I did when my telepathy first started manifesting.~

She waves a little paw down the hall and begins drifting toward where she thinks the party might be.

~You don't actually have to respond to me telepathically if you don't want. I can understand speech just fine. I just don't have a humanoid voicebox.~

And then she adds a cute little, "Mew!" to emphasis.

~I can only vocalize animal noises when I'm not disguised.~