Gamma felt sick. Really, really sick.
At direction from Medea, she had projected lust onto two of her 'test subjects'. This ended in the desired result, but what Gamma hadn't anticipated was the empathic feedback after her projections were over. He was angry/frustrated/ashamed and she felt dirty/embarrassed/miserable amongst other things.
Gamma sat in her seat, shaking. It wasn't just the empathic feedback either. It was... it was the visual. She'd never... she'd heard about it, the mechanics anyway, but she never has any real concept of what actually went on. And then too, there was a part of her that liked what she did. And wanted to exercise that power again.
Gamma stifled the urge to throw up. She wouldn't do this again. She couldn't.