Titanomachia is, above all, a student of motion.

She has never really understood the potential use case of telepathy. Bodies give off so much information for her already. The way they move - habits and training, breathing and gesture, the blush and biting. Stare at the motion Musashi makes with her sword for long enough and she can see it as mechanics, starting with the flick of her eyes that lead to the intake of breath that shockwaved all the way down through shoulder, elbow, wrist, blade. Disrupt the eyes at the right moment and the whole motion unravels. It's so clear to her. They might as well be shouting.

Only a few people give her trouble. One of them is Sammy. She's a monster. Simply so fast, such sharp instincts that she can complete motions before she's operationalized her read. Another is Madeleine. She keeps trying to make reads and keeps almost being correct. No, that's not right. She's always been correct. Just correct for different reasons than she expected. She's never gotten it wrong, but the geocentric model produced actionable astronomical predictions until advancements in glassblowing produced high quality telescopes. There was a mystery beyond the reach of her chemistry, a dark matter distortion in her clockwork cosmos.

That had to be why she appreciated high-value observation sessions like this one. Having complete sensory control of her subject allowed her to precisely track call-and-response physiological reactions. One of her ears twitched in its headphone setup, the other was fixed directly towards Madeleine to observe the subtle changes in her breathing rate, the way the sound of ropes on skin altered with the addition of sweat, the steady, powerful rise of the heart she had helped engineer. With each interrogation her subject revealed more data; it was only a matter of time before she could extract that central secret too.

The moment came to test her hypothesis. 

She was not counting on Madeleine forgetting her lines. That would require a far more extended one than this - had it been two hours already? She blinked. Should consider using eye drops during observation if she was going to - more extended session later. Still, she was simulating magical mind control done by a master of disorientation and hypnosis for the purpose of tactical advantage. Her best tool for making the simulation authentic was her own sense of timing and observation - and the five second time limit. And so she waited for her moment. 

She'd know it when she saw it. The moment when the rapture was on the edge of overwhelming. Not when she would forget her line, but when she'd forget how to use her tongue. When she saw it she moved immediately, taking the headphones off in a motion she'd spent thirty minutes visualizing, holding the blindfolded girl's ears in her hands and saying: "The key phrase [i]now[/i]."