He gives a sympathetic nod as he swallows the bite of the cookie. "Can't tell if it's worse when you've got people working under you or when you're working solo. Keeping track of rookies is a mess, but at least the higher-ups don't expect those kids to do everything right."

Abruptly, he notices a tingling in his fingers that soon races up his arms and across his skin. When he looks at the hand holding the cookie, he startles enough to bang his knee up into the underside of the table. If he didn't know better, he'd say his hand is made of water - he can see the waves and ripples forming the shape of his fingers and palm. He can't see past his sleeve, but if he had to guess, he's pretty sure his face will look like that too shortly - a sea with eyes and a nose and mouth.