[Bok. The rooster wanders off again to inspect his temporary domain; apparently Charles has passed muster.]

Really? Oh, that's terrible. [Her mental contact offers a small wealth of connected information/imagery/emotional impressions beneath the chatter. What comes across is not pity, but rather the desire to provide a much friendlier alternative. She's a gently balanced idealist, and doesn't think her fellow telepaths should go lonely unless they're too negative to connect with.]

I was born with my eleven clanmates, and we've never without each other since then. Except when one of us is shielding for privacy's sake. [There's a brief impression of a mindspace like a large and slightly chattery room.]

So it's a bit opposite here from what I am used to.