Klaus nodding and describing the man by the pool - Jim, her mind already corrects - is both reassuring and troubling, and for a moment she’s almost lost in thought as she watches him. Until he glances over at her, as if asking what the hell she’s looking at, and Allison swallows thickly as she turns back to Klaus.

“Yeah. Yeah, I can see him.”

Him, and more. She can hear their voices in her head, some louder than others, and it almost feels like she can feel them as they reach out to her.

The way he tugs at her makes Allison focus again, and she nods. “Oh yeah, she uh. greeted me on the way back in with the boys, I can definitely see her. So that’s Ethel, huh?”

She’s in mid turn to look at him when he wonders what he had fucked up, and that’s when she notices that his mouth isn’t moving. But she had heard him so clearly, almost as if—

Oh.

“I don’t think you fucked anything up,” she tells him as she feels her mouth go dry, despite the sort of smile that quirks at her lips. “I can hear you. Like. Hear you. You’re projecting your thoughts, Klaus.”