[He's being smug again. But if she can handle the Oxbridge gatekeepers, she can certainly handle this guy.

So she does as she asks and closes her eyes, trying to see... inside, or whatever. Is this like one of those hippy-dippy sleepaway camps, or retreats in the spas -- ]

Oh.

[She doesn't know if that's what he was talking about, but if you could see an electric pulse, she imagines that's what it would look like.]