[There's something like a taste on the air as the energy hums out between his hands. And it looks just enough like the crackle of a biotic field that it doesn't quite get all the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end. If there's a line of tension in the set of her shoulders, she ignores it in favor of flattening her palms across her knees - tips the line of her chin up expectantly.]
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Hit me.