Rendyl blinked up at the crystal lady with her head still resting on her arms. the alcohol was strong her her bloodstream, and it took her several seconds of puzzling out that Rae was ACTUALLY talking to her, and not anyone else. At first she genuinely dismissed it, thinking a coincidence. Rae was just being nice, and who knew, maybe aliens could read minds. She waved at the doctor and nodded drunkenly, and kept listening to their conversation. Up until the Captain spoke up. She stared back at him, and finally something in her booze-addled mind it clicked. Yes she did think about all that Rae mentioned, she did like Tony best. But why would Rae say what she said about misfits for any other reason than that...Rendyl spoke.
She sat up and looked around the table for other reactions for a few seconds, and when no more were forthcoming, looked at Raymond then at Rae. She closed her eyes and tried to remember what she did to speak through her mind, though this was difficult enough with all the distractions around the table, not to mention the alcohol. Resting her head in her hands, what she did manage to remember was a sense of ease. Not forcing her thoughts out, like shooting them through a cannon. But rather she had let them be carried by a mental wind, powered merely by emotion.
The small woman attempted this now, imagining herself on a grassy field surrounded by gentle breezes and an array of multi-colored flowers. She imagined herself looking around, seeing the crew standing nearby, and she spoke to them from where she stood Can you hear me? And how clearly? Not that I think static is a thing. The emotion she felt was a mix of worry, excitement, and hopefulness.
For the crew's part, they would indeed feel the words in their head again, associated with the same emotions and somewhat more firm than before. They may have a bit of difficulty separating what emotions were their own though...