"I'd debate it's still a matter of belief. First hand belief," she added, amusement in her eyes, "But belief either way." Explaining the Drift was difficult due to the intensity, how singular an experience it was compared to any other in her life. She'd almost say it was addictive, but it lacked any element that left her craving to return to that state of shared sensation.

"By all means, I'd love to hear your projections. God knows I had all sorts of ideas before the real thing. If you don't mind a poorly worded fumble at explaining, I can toss in my two cents worth after the fact."

Her she shrugged, not negligent, but aware of her own lacks. Description of the Drift went beyond most of her powers of imagery.