"Ivan, pleasure. Hiding mostly. I was following some soldier lady. She was kind of charismatic, in a totally psychopathic way. I lost track of her during my time in the gas station. I would like to point out that I'm completely neutral, otherwise, as I'm sure you've guessed, I would have shot you... or something. I dunno. Mind if I sit?" Ivan sat on a near by table. "What about yourself? Why you here? Oh, don't give me that look. All you non-psychics are the same. Reading thoughts doesn't work like that. It's not like like turning on a radio. It requires active effort. Besides, unless I'm concerned for my safety, I prefer to respect people's personal privacy when talking to them. Oh, and there is another psychic out in the city somewhere. I'm not entirely sure. Very weak in the telepathy department, so he could probably throw a large couch at you. I'd worry about him more than me." Ivan checked the next minute of clairvoyance. Well, he wasn't getting shot. That's a good thing.