She runs her hand over the spines of the books, pleased inherently by the collection, a repository of strange knowledge. Dana isn't sure how much she believes in any of this-- really, being here at all gives her a rebellious thrill; she can't imagine her mother approves, though Maggie has let them more or less run feral to get the lay of the land.

She pulls out a paperback with the silhouette of pyramids on its cover. Something about past lives-- and then she realizes there's a naked woman gazing into the ancient distance, and quietly slides it back into place.

"Psychic abilities seem like a good place to start." She shoots a sidelong glance his way.

"Which school do you go to?"