[Honestly, shifting to a different mindscape only normally requires a bit of focus on the part of a telepath. The psychic gun he used to bring her here in the first place or requesting that Jinx take his hand now have no meaning. They're just theatrics. But Quentin likes style points, and he hates using his powers like all those stuffy boring old people whose mutations happen to be similar to his.
Unfortunately with his weakened powers he is getting stretched a bit thin between maintaining that shield for as long as he has, keeping them both in her mind, and trying to stay at least a tiny bit aware out in the real world. So he has to actually forgo the additional style points of a witty one-liner and concentrate, closing his eyes and putting the fingers of his free hand to his temple.
And then the dark void of her mind turns into a library, complete with an extravagantly large portrait of Quentin himself.]
Aaand, voila! [He can breathe much easier here, with no psychic barriers to worry about assuming she doesn't bring her monsters here somehow. Also no offense to Jinx, but the whole black void thing is not exactly easy on the eyes. If her hold on his hand is light enough, he'll drop it to gesture grandly at the room with both arms, but if it means yanking away, he'll just wave around with one arm. He's not too picky.]
La casa QuintÃn. All the knowledge of my outlandishly impressive brain, cozy fireplace, scenic view of the horrible conflagration left behind by an evil space bird, this place has it all!
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Unfortunately with his weakened powers he is getting stretched a bit thin between maintaining that shield for as long as he has, keeping them both in her mind, and trying to stay at least a tiny bit aware out in the real world. So he has to actually forgo the additional style points of a witty one-liner and concentrate, closing his eyes and putting the fingers of his free hand to his temple.
And then the dark void of her mind turns into a library, complete with an extravagantly large portrait of Quentin himself.]
Aaand, voila! [He can breathe much easier here, with no psychic barriers to worry about
assuming she doesn't bring her monsters here somehow. Also no offense to Jinx, but the whole black void thing is not exactly easy on the eyes. If her hold on his hand is light enough, he'll drop it to gesture grandly at the room with both arms, but if it means yanking away, he'll just wave around with one arm. He's not too picky.]La casa QuintÃn. All the knowledge of my outlandishly impressive brain, cozy fireplace, scenic view of the horrible conflagration left behind by an evil space bird, this place has it all!