Diana looked up at him, the effort she was putting into the wall plainly written across her face. It was always the last thing she wanted, to hurt another person. But after a lifetime of being told she was stupid, it was sometimes hard to use her mind for anything but worry.

Center yourself, Abel. Like you're meditating.

Although it was harder with the scent of man.

Still. After a few moments of adjusting, something began to form. Not exactly a wall. More like a...picket fence. But it was a start.

"If he's just a man, then he's susceptible to the same things a man is. Like Jack's security system."