Emma 'tsk'ed. "I can do better. Can you stand it for a little bit longer? I've worked out a design for a psychic shield, but I haven't made a prototype yet." Her voice was a little softer now, more understanding. She knew how hard it was to be bombarded by voices all the time. It must be worse to have someone screaming in your head all the time.

"It won't replace learning proper psychic shields, but it'll help more than drugs."

Speaking of which, she stopped in front of her old workplace, motioning toward the door. "Matt will be in the club. I don't recommend you try Lust, it melts your organs if you take too much."