Patsy looked at Daimon's knocked out form, her brow furrowing. "It's weird, though," she said. "He knew me. How?" She turned to look at Owen. "I don't know. He might go beserk if he wakes up again and...maybe my telekinesis could control him?" Doubtful, really, honey. You're strong, but you're no Marvel Girl. "Are you alright?"