About to try and attempt to find the room she'd be staying in, Juniper's efforts were rudely interrupted by an all to familiar feel of a gun pressed against her back. The hiss in her ear earned a flinch, but nevertheless, the blind woman complied with the order, walking where directed by the guard. Again, they wore the lead headgear that protected them from her manipulation.
His words earned a shiver, the telepath biting her lip. They wanted her to control someone. Of course, she knew they'd make her do it again at some point. The usual feeling of guilt and unease settled in her stomach, her hands shaking slightly. She hated to control another human being. Being inside their minds and reading them was one thing, but to physically or mentally control someone against their will left her feeling like she had swallowed a pound of lead.
But the threats worked. To be the reason for someone's death was unfathomable to her, and she didn't want to ever learn what it felt like to have someone killed not only in front of you, but because of you. Even worse, she hated herself for being afraid of the torture, of being afraid to stand up and say she couldn't. If it meant she could save her victim and herself, Juniper would comply in spite of her reservations. And they knew it.
"Understood..." she finally murmured with a nod of her head, prompted to reply with another nudge of the gun.