Eden smiles, pleased both by the praise and the fact he's no longer trying to make her run for it. "It's..." She rolls her shoulders, tongue pressed to her teeth as she searches for the right way to describe it. She's not sure she finds it, or ever will. "It's like there's this switch," she says. "Or maybe it's like lighting a fuse. You just... If you concentrate, you can kind of feel it there, something different in your head. Under your skin. It's instinctive, I... It's not exactly the same as what I used to do, but it feels a lot like it."