[It all happens fast enough that Palamedes, with his lightning-fast brain, can process what’s happening, but not respond to it. The door is open, his pen is gone, and there’s a girl he doesn’t recognize perched on his bed. He reads the words scrawled across his carefully crafted theorems and, appropriately, blinks.]

Thank goodness. Blinking is important for ocular health, you know. [He scrutinizes her for a moment, then takes off his glasses and cleans them against his sleeve.] Interesting trick. I’m going to guess from context clues that you’re a friend of Alec’s?