Rachel leaned back in her chair. She glanced over the well-appointed young woman. "If it's a genuine overture for help, I'll talk to the rest of the senior staff. Which includes the hairy, smelly, beer-swilling little one with claws."

It's amazing what a telepath could pick from other people hearing something. "As for honing your powers, the instructor for that would most likely be me. Unless you would prefer a different mentalist."