[Granted, he is easily the tallest person she's seen here, certainly among the upper tiers of people she's met in her life. Tall enough to be a threat even without the muscle. Ginia glances over him, combining the size with his overall appearance. She'd be amazed if he wasn't in the military or trained up in some way. Even if he isn't, she knows a thing or two about big tough guys with a temper.

The anger and rage is exasperating, but she's not unsympathetic. Maybe more understanding than she should be.

He breathes. Takes a step back. Ginia inclines her head in a concession to his words.]

The bond goes both ways.

[There was a point where she was learning to grow used to the empathy bond. When she was beginning to see it as a point of connection and a source of understanding. Now it's a little more complicated. Too raw, too telling, digging in too deep and showing too much.

But getting angry over every accidental contact is a bit exhausting too. Ginia sighs.]

I get it. It's too telling, especially when it happens accidentally with a stranger. Everyone has the right to their privacy. The glow [- she taps her sternum - ] is a pain too. Don't want to get caught glowing in public. I get it. But are you really going to snarl at every Displaced you accidentally bump arms with?