There was a small involuntary shiver that ran through his muscles when touched, as if that had sparked some kind of feedback he wasn't prepared to deal with. But almost as soon as her senses sought to infiltrate his mind, the maws of something incomprehensibly vast and utterly vacant snapped shut - almost painfully. It was comparable to a window falling shut on a prying finger, but ramped up to a raw sensory level given that the finger was replaced with somebody's mind. And with Damien silent for a few seconds thereafter, it was likely he understood the implications of what just happened and gave his partner a moment to comprehend it herself.
"Sorry. It's just that the last I spoke to them, well, we didn't leave things on a pleasant note. I've not made contact since then, so I'll have to see how to reach them without complications. But I'll.. arrange something, and then we can see them." Not sure what to make of this exchange himself, Damien left it at that. Resolving to focus on their pace towards the estate. The previously dominant uncertainty had been overwhelmed by this resurgent resolve and it showed in his brisk walking.
On a more unspoken level, Fiorella's senses were more aware of something else about him. The vaguest of notions of there being a barrier between his mind and hers, and it felt as if any attempt to breach it would have been futile.
