[ He finds some small reflection of himself in that. Doubt could be injurious, even fatal, to any psionicist. He had been well-trained to keep such doubts out of his mind when exerting his powers...but there are cracks in even well-trained armor.

He doesn't pick a jacket; he just sort of noncommittally hovers around the racks, as if he's forgotten why he came in here in the first place or changed his mind about it. ]

...It is a trial not to doubt. Especially in difficult situations, where you would need that shield the most.

[ He wonders what her mind looks like. Probably nothing terribly good at this point. ] What is it that you hunt?