Ivan had pulled over at a gas station. He had picked the brains of the soldier and found out that there was going to be a bombing in the direction he was headed and decided that it would be best to stay away for the time being. Besides, his bike needed gas. A little clever manipulation from inside the shop go him all the gas he need. For now he decided he'd take a look through her eyes. Apparently she had been in an ambush and managed to escape, though the frag grenade probably wasn't the best idea. It seemed, he thought, that the anthros, if able to open their eyes in time, would be able to dodge the majority of the blast. Perhaps a bit of shrapnel to the leg at worst. Then again it would definitely buy her time to escape, so clever girl, he smirked.
He was about to take a peek into the heads of the anthros when he suddenly picked up on another psychic in the city. While not to worried about the things in the city earlier, human and anthro alike, another psychic could prove to be a threat. Confident in his abilities as a telepath, he set to work looking into the head of this new psychic. He found it extremely easy. Not much more in the way of mental defenses. Telepathy was definitely not this psychic's strong suit. In fact, Ivan suspected that there was very little telepathic power, if any, in this one at all. Either way, not much to worry about as long as he kept his distance.
Having grown bored picking people's heads he grabbed a soda from the fridge, which was still running- God bless nuclear power plants he thought, took his sax up to the roof and played a bit of improv. Not too shabby. In the back of his mind he kept a mind's eye on the soldier woman and the other psychic.