[ She listens closely as he moves, trying to judge his position in the room by the sound of his voice and his steps on the metal floor. His voice changes direction and she has to guess that he's knelt down in front of her, which makes her pull her bare hands fully into her lap and out of harm's way. ]

Which I touch someone, I absorb them through my skin. Energy, thoughts, memories, emotions. I can borrow any special abilities they have for a while, and a copy of their psyche stays in my mind.

[ She explains it matter of factly, as if she's said the words a thousand times before. The actual number is probably just in the hundreds, but it's still an accurate sentiment. ]