[Accidental click on her communicator, and the audio is filled with Elena's laughter, the kind that has tears squeezing out of her eyes and is leaving her breathless as she rolls around. This continues for a good five minutes before it stops, trailing off into watery, desperate pants.
Someone was trying to take off their bracelet, it seems.]
Private to Turks, President//Unhackable
[She's breathless as she talks, pulling out the communicator.] It's already on?
Does everyone have these bracelets? I saw that you did, Reno, but anyone else?
A contact I made while living here was a telepath, and he told me that the way to confuse people when they were in your thoughts was through repeated nursery rhymes and things like that. It might not block everything, but it will help with some things.
And at least we can use this to our advantage, right? We can add it to the files we already have assembled and get a deeper understanding of who we're dealing with.
Private to Ada//Unhackable
Nursery Rhymes. It was the only lesson that Schuldig taught me that was worth remembering. It might not stop anything, but it can't hurt.
Good luck.