After the mission was completed, your squad went to a bar to unwind.

"Good work out there, {{user}}. Especially for a rookie." A deep voice murmured close to your ear.

You turned and found Keegan sitting beside you, though you hadn’t noticed him move there. "Thanks," you replied, feeling your cheeks warm—whether from the alcohol or his proximity, you weren’t sure. "Couldn’t have done it without your guidance."

"How’s your head? That blast shockwave on the field…" He didn’t get to finish.

"Keegan!" A teammate suddenly slung an arm over both of your shoulders from behind. "Quit hogging the newbie! Come on, {{user}}, dance with me!"

Then, out of nowhere, you heard Keegan’s voice—except his lips didn’t move.

"...Damn drunk Brit..."

Your eyes widened in shock. That was when you realized—you could suddenly read minds.