John was pretty sure Bobby had told him about her abilities, and that was a) second hand information from b) someone who wasn't exactly tactically minded. (Sorry, sweetheart.) So in many ways Em was still a bit of an enigma to him, and John had never been one for puzzles.

Gaze flicking across to the sliding door, John frowned briefly. It shouldn't take too long to get the bacon out and rummage around for a beer: Bobby was probably lurking and deliberately avoiding the conversation, which, fine, John had explicitly given him a reason to stay out for longer by asking for a beer, but the trouble was John wasn't entirely sure what the boundaries were in terms of the 'grown-up conversations' his boyfriend wanted to ardently to not be a part of. Maybe asking Em about her powers was enough to make Bobby stay away, in a certain context.

"Thanks," John nodded: he'd never really met any precogs before so it was beyond interesting, interested in both how things worked and what she could do. "So....it's just a feeling, right? Even with the image? I mean, the stereotypical image of the tarot reader is the cryptic read, it's never enough information to be entirely clear." He spoke like an expert in the tales, mostly because he was part-way to being one. "Which is very useful, I didn't mean to disregard that."