[ She was trying to think of a way to wrap a sandwich, but if he's fine with rice, she perks up and nods. In the dry supplies brought back as salvage by the rest of the crew, rice had been there, though she's not sure they have a ricemaker. Hmm. Stovetop it is.

Making these decisions, her response to his question is a tad delayed. ]

Huh? Oh, no, not like that. You have to concentrate on what you want people to say, or to see! I've sent mental pictures like that before. It's pretty cool.

[ She gives him another small, reassuring smile. She would reach out to touch his arm as well, but he's new, and he's apparently able to transform to some degree, so she doesn't want to startle him if he doesn't like space invasion. Her mental voice reaches out to him, sounding like her spoken voice, only with an added feeling of reassurance. ]

I can speak to you like this, but I have no idea what you're thinking. It's just another way of having a conversation.