She snorts at the explanation, not much in the mood to give the telepath the benefit of the doubt. He reached into her head without so much as a by-your-leave, and didn't even have the good grace to be apologetic when called on it - smug git even assumed she'd be just fine with it once she was over the 'shock'.

Bastard. There's a thought he can have for free.

Jemma does settle enough to sit on the bed next to him, grabbing one of the pillows to curl around.

"Shielding would be good. With my luck the next one's going to want more than a power trip."