"Oh, Jenny... I know you better than you think." The voice replies, this time spoken aloud rather than telepathically projected. Psychana sees the redhead from before, buxom body revealed in her skimpy outfit, as she hovers to the rooftop.
Looking at her is...soothing, strangely, and combined with the relaxing effect of the drugs, the psychic starts to have a hard time keeping a hold of the rage that's been fueling her, or even wanting to.
"I know that you, of all people, deserve happiness. And after so many years of denying yourself, you've started to taste it." The psychic gestures, and Psychana hears a thump as the invisible woman presumably lets go of the idol.
"I'd so badly wanted that idol for myself, to put it back where it belongs, but now I see that that place is not where I thought it was. Please, take it with my blessing - I know those who made it would be delighted that it would come into your hands. My men have already acquired a few consolation prizes, anyway." At that, Psychana hears an engine start, and looks down off the edge of the roof to see the security van from before, speeding away.