It was a rare night that Avery Steele got an adequate amount of sleep. Never mind the fact that the Compound made her extremely uneasy; there were too many voices ringing inside her head that didn't belong to her. Being a Warp, she had access to the minds of everyone and anyone...though not always when she wished it. Supposedly that was the point of the Compound: to help them hone and control their powers. But no one had ever seen a telepath with Avery's kind of abilities. She'd developed a habit of going to Dustin when this kind of insomnia occurred, but there were two main problems with that, despite him being her oldest friend: 1), there'd been rumors of something distinctly non-platonic going on between them, and 2) to prevent such relationships between members of the Unit, their rooms were on almost opposite sides of the Compound. Of course, that hadn't stopped Avery from using her powers to get there, though once she had she found herself simply pacing back and forth outside his door, debating whether or not she should knock. Part of her was hoping that he'd just be able to See her there, and avoid the whole knocking exchange altogether.