"Oh, you don't need to, on account of I'm very talkative right now, I would tell anybody anything if they prevented me from going and finding people who weren't assholes to talk to instead."

"...You have said as much.  But it will only last six days?"

"Yeah. After that they are running the risk that I can flip them off and teleport away I guess."

"What do you know about what kind of supernatural powers you are likely to get?"

"Probably not teleportation but it wouldn't be insane? It's going to have some kind of really galaxy brained opposition to my backlash but that can mean a lot of things and I am not unusually good at guessing on controlled multiple choice tests when they're about espers I've never heard of before, if I had teleportation it'd be like, I could get away from people but when backlashed feel compelled to stay around them and have to navigate that, or something."

"Hm.  - Lie to me."

"Uh, I love ice hockey?"

"Thank you.  ...I don't know that information is the only thing my employers will want out of you," she notes.

"Espers run in families but not a lot. You'd have to clone me thousands of times to get another one and that's if people here can awaken after all. I would really rather they not do that and if you want me to do more calibration lying so you can tell them it will not so much work I can do that."

"Please do."

"Uhhhh. My name is Chad. I'm from Florida. Everything that's happened to me in the last day or so has seemed just really super normal. It would be thrilling to be cloned thousands of times and would work amazing at getting people baby future espers. I think very highly of your profession - sorry -"

"Kidnapping or the rest?"

"Rest of it did not sound amazing either."

"I understand a usual person on this planet to think favorably of my work, and only to hate that I'm better at it than those working for organizations they prefer."

"I mean, it'd make a cool movie if you're into movies and also the specific genre of movie, I guess, that doesn't mean it's good that you go around doing assassinations and sabotage and kidnapping and theft and I forget what else was on there in real life, these are not victimless crimes, have you considered art fraud? Art fraud is kind of cool."

"I have at times committed art fraud, incidentally to other missions.  But I am not often the one who chooses what aims I work toward."

"Well that's another thing that does not sound super cool about your job. Unionize or something."

"Are you pressured towards the comedic because of your magical anxiety or for other reasons?"

"I'm pressured toward talking at all because of the magical loneliness and I am not giving myself time to have second thoughts about making quips for the same reason but I do normally think of quips I could be making while I am having conversations, I just usually have somewhat more tact and/or ability to not be having the conversation if it does not spark joy."

"What does spark joy in you, usually?"

"Usually I like to read books. Guess what I can't do now. It makes me feel like I have fucking brain damage. Which like, I kind of do, except for it being magical. I play Civilization which I suspect I also can't do."

"- Hm."  She sounds somewhat distracted; a message that's appeared on the car's screen is taking up most of her attention.  It's mostly in maybe-Russian, but if he can decipher literally any text he can spot his name in there.

He can in fact recognize his name in the middle of a soup of Cyrillic. "Oh boy is that about me. How exciting. Are there spy code words in there and they didn't give me one? I'm not like, Subject Thirty-Seven or something?"

"...You do have one.  It is not as much about you as you would perhaps expect."

"Oh what's my cool codename. I hope it's better than Subject Thirty-Seven because that's awful and I'm just not at my best regarding creative codename schemes."