Travis internalized a sigh. While this.... young man clearly had a disability, he was insanely sharp and devious. Travis could only know this because of his heightened senses: he could hear the kids heartbeat, feel his breathing, notice his twitches when he was lying. The hunter quirked an eyebrow and smirked away his annoyance. Thankfully most of Travis's work was done at night, and what projects he could do during the day were hit with dead ends most of the time. Needless to say, he had a bit of time to not only help this young man but also play whatever game the boy came up with.

"I actually just came from there, I'm more than willing to go back and help with whatever you may need. It's a rather big and busy store," Travis offered smoothly, blocking some of the foot traffic that was crowding the two. He shouldered his reusable bag to make his hands a bit more available if needed, making sure he had his receipt handy in case the young stocker decided he became the stores' security for a moment.

Deeply absorbed in his book, Travis lost an idea of the outside world for a time. Granted, with the training he had received since he could walk, his awareness was always on high alert. One of his more nerdy colleagues had called it "Spider-Sense", from the Marvel comics. It was a simple point of view that Travis was slightly envious of. Travis's brain automatically stopped as his thoughts halted his absorption of the material he was supposed to be gaining. That was his "special power": if Travis wasn't learning something, his brain let him know within a second. It was an exhausting skill, something that took mindfulness to the next level. If Travis wasn't learning, he would have to spend the next 5-10 minutes on why he wasn't learning. Sometimes it was an injury he had taken, sometimes it was he had learned enough, sometimes it was he needed to work on something else for a while. Then times like now, it was Travis was feeling emotions.
 
Emotions weren't forbidden, in a sense. But they easily did get in the way. So it was taught to avoid emotions as much as possible. Of course, with every new generation of recruits in the Templars, there was always one or two that would challenge the way things were run or present a new perspective on the set of rules that had been used for millennia. One such group of students was currently trying to convince the Council that emotions could actually fuel the Hunters in the non-ending fight that they all were caught in. Paper after paper after study after study had shown a bit of promise, but nothing to make anyone's' head turn. Travis himself had volunteered for a study, his topic being "revenge of a loved one". Travis was able to show vengeance, but not to the degree of wanting to let it rule his actions.

A shadow crossed over Travis's book, catching his attention for a moment. He glanced up to see a rather pretty looking woman observing the aquarium. He couldn't see all of her since her back was facing him. He gave a gentle thought to this woman's life: wondering if she knew of the world hidden from humans, wondering if she had ever knowingly interacted with a beast of any form, wondering if she knew how simple her living actually was. An idea formed slowly with Travis: how about a study of humans? How about their emotions, pain levels, learning curve, reactions to supernatural interactions? A sly smirk crept on his features.

"This is one of the best times to visit the aquarium. It's before the schools start flooding in and the sun is at its clearest," Travis offered gently.