It takes everything in Ronan not to recoil from that scrutiny. Psychic, he reminds himself, and focuses on his breathing. His pulse. The cold metal against his fingers. This is a test, for sure, but what exactly is being tested?

"Ten," he repeats, staring up into the black hollows of the mask where eyes are presumably hidden. "I'll see what I can do. I'm sure you know I didn't get my reputation by wasting people's time."