Just as easily, he sent the people on their way, planting the idea in their heads that there was something very important they needed to do at home. Especially coatless guy, because now he didn't have a coat. He'd be fine. Probably.

"Quentin Quire," He reached out a little with his mind, brushing against the fortress that, he assumed, was her own. Which could only really mean one thing, "You're a telepath?"