[Funkduder]

"Even scholars need some sort of funding for their work, you know," Michael said as he revealed his own weapon, the laser, and putting it back in his pocket. "You seem to be a psychic, as well," Michael said as he felt his mind being pressed on."You can pay me with your knowledge of the mind, and by that I mean the human mind and psychic 'mind-reading'." Michael didn't expect to get the woman's job, from the hostile looks she gave off, but if he didn't sound confident, his chances would only dwindle closer to zero, or so he thought.