Though his questions were intrusive, she didn't really mind answering him. She didn't think an eccentric young foreigner could do much more to harm her than the trouble he'd already caused, though unknowingly. She couldn't discern anything threatening from his current thoughts anyway, which was reassuring.
"Yes, we all have some sort of gift, though some are more spectacular than others. Like mine. I think mine is the best," she shrugged. "It's at least one of the most developed, so I can relate to the "training" thing. My brother never really took the time to. My father is like me...but just with emotions. It's kind of weak, if you ask me," she shrugged. "My mother is only half Neqa'el, so she's....a bit strange. And....yes, to the stopping.
"From my understanding it takes quite a bit of training, though, to recognize the ability to block that sort of thing. You'd probably need to be aware it's happening in the first place. But yes...I have my weaknesses, same as any other."
"I must ask, though," she added, distractedly thumbing the grain of the table. "Why are you so curious about my family?"