"I was in the neighborhood," Rachel commented as she walked up to the very still man.

"Hmm. I can't hear his thoughts. He doesn't look like a thinker to me." She rubbed her chin. She held him in place with telekinesis, but she also used it like a thousand little fingers, trying to find anything that could technologically be blocking her telepathy.

"After you escort Mr. Alencar da Silva out, could you do me a favor? Contact the Avengers to see if they have a facility to hold this nutter? I'm not taking him back to the school."