Sarah slips pulls her keys out of her pocket as she approaches her bike. Already reaching for her helmet in her saddlebag, when she feels someone enter her range, probably a few levels below at the moment. And what an interesting someone this is, if she didn't know better, she might think they've been lobotomized. Practically half the mind accessible to her power, and so many options for what she can do. It's honestly worrying. Checking around her for anyone of note, she pulls her helmet on and straddles her bike, ready to cycle through the parking garage in search of whomever she's sensing.