Marianne was asked another question. Again, she didn't know how to answer. She tried to figure out why she was fighting; there was no benefit to fighting. She could get hurt from it. She let go of the hold, but she still sat on the chest of the random man she was fighting. 

The man started to talk about his clairvoyant mind. Clairvoyant. Marianne didn't know that word. Honestly, she didn't know a lot of words. Marianne asked the most intelligent question that her mind could muster: [color=f7976a]"What's clear voy ant mean?"[/color]. She heard the man telling him to go, and then he realized that she should probably move. She fell over, and rolled off of him, her skateboard hitting him in the legs.