"I can sense emotions too," he says. "But I cannot hear thoughts."

Once he is 'satisfied' with his work, he shifts slightly and fetches the bowls of soup - they are easy to handle 'to-go' style, and he offers her up a spoon, though would not object if she just chose to drink it straight from the vessel itself.

"I do not know of any others like me." He settles back onto the couch a bit. "At least, I have not come across any in my travels."