[That piques her curiosity and so she moves closer now towards the edge of the building. The distance between them hardly changes; she simply finds a spot where she can look down and take in the view he's seeing.

The height strikes her first, though she's far from being terrified of falling. Then is the dark, the small flickers of movement in the distance, and the faint noise she can pick up with her limited senses. Though she can't experience it like he can - not now, not yet - she still can take a moment to understand what he's saying.

He's been here less than two days and already he knows and perceives far more than others can.]

Can you feel them, even from here?

[It's genuine curiosity in her voice and there might be some underlying note of concern there too. What is that sort of feeling like? How much has he already found?

She keeps her gaze outward.]

I have questions. [After a pause, she looks at him.] Just a few. And if you have some of your own, I'll hear them. That's only fair.