<blockquote>Of course, of course she has a better handle on it than him; he can find her, sometimes, but she can shut him off immediately; all he gets are impressions, not even ideas much less any sights or sounds. But she can pull herself into his mind at will—sometimes he doesn’t even notice she’s there until she leaves, pleased with whatever she’s watched or heard or ferreted out. It’s like swatting at a fly, one too fast to catch, with only Raglien pincers.</blockquote>
