"Of course. All of it. So it's all true?" Daniel persisted, not taking the bait. He knew a fishing attempt when he saw one. The Doctor might be an alien with the technology to have this incredible ship, but Daniel wasn't born yesterday, and that was the oldest trick in the book. Right next to pretending you were sick in a jail cell, which Daniel also couldn't believe still worked outside movies, but apparently Jack insisted he'd done it a few times.

Daniel folded his arms for lack of anything better to do. Whatever the Doctor was doing, he wished he'd hurry up. This hallway was starting to get boring. There was an entire, impossible ship here and they were stuck waiting in a hall staring at twine. "I didn't know you were psychic, Doctor."

Did that mean he was reading him even now? Or had been the entire time? How did it really work? Daniel thrived on learning different ways to communicate, but this was one that looked like humanity wasn't ready to tap. He was in as much the dark about it as the next person over. Almost as in the dark: he did have that "psychic sneeze" from the Doctor's clone to add to his resume now.