Why, yes. You are aware of the limitations placed on inmates here? We aren't all made of the same flesh and blood as men.

[He was still gripping Crane's hand. The minimal offerings of entertainment on this ship could never compare to that of the reading of emotion of a weary individual. The odd drip of sweat from the brow, the involuntary twitch of prey in the presence of a predator. It was better than a night at the opera.]

Some of us, oh how do you ones in your profession put it? Are filled with the delusions that we have abilities beyond that of which the common mortal man is capable of. Now isn't that absurd?