"I jus' don' trus' most t'ings dat just drop t'ings in your head like dat." Remy leans forward, elbows on his knees as he considers the key. "Dealt wit' a lot of psychics in my time. Even de benevolent ones can leave you wit' more pro'lems dan you'd have had before."

There's another moment before he nods to Stacia. "We should also see if dere's a way to contact you or get some signal to you while you're inside someone's head. In case dere's trouble."

He's absolutely not going to volunteer to be the person to be tested on. Not yet, at least. But that's more because of what's in his head than anything else.