"Well... let me put it this way. First of all both of your parents have agreed to leave the house, and no other psychic or empath will try to take readings on you until I give the get-go."
Jon looked the woman over. He really didn't understand why he was taking in her appearance at this most-likely-inopportune moment, but he couldn't help but note that her figure was rather very good, with a superb figure and pure-white feline features that gave her an almost angelic look. His thoughts then turned to wondering what HE looked like... or she, he supposed.
Seri seemed amused at this, but continued unabated, "See, I already know what you did and that you're the cause of... well, I think you know what I'm talking about already."
Jon's eyes widened, backing up a bit, "O-okay... I-I"
"Oh don't worry." Seri waved off Jon's worry as if it were nothing, "Really, though I don't condone your judgment sense, I can't argue with the results, and frankly I like things how they are. Well, I guess some things could be better, but the point is I'm here to help you keep these things quiet. As it is you'll be broadcasting your every thought to every psychic in the city, and then you'll have people after your head and that little rock of yours. So, I'm here to give you some help, not only in that but in some other things as well."
Jon nodded slowly, doing his best to play by the rules, at least for now... and then, the memories that'd been implanted into his brain just before his final dreamless sleep came back to him, triggered by something he'd heard earlier in the conversation, "Wait, Neko-Tama? As in THE Neko-Tama, from Japan?"
She nodded and Jon nearly fainted. Because of the memories of his new past Jon knew that he'd heard the name, or title, or whatever of Neko-Tama, who was so famous that her name had made it all the way from Japan to across most of the world. She was powerful, fast, smart, and... well, she seemed to have the full package, quite frankly, and she wasn't bad on the eyes either. Of course many thought that she was merely the figurehead for some larger organization pushing for the rights of Hybrids worldwide, likely by promoting the heroic career of a hybrid woman, amongst other endeavors such as a few all-hybrid bands and an entirely-hybrid government that was now already an international model of social advancement through tolerance. Frankly Jon always felt that most of these stories were exaggerated, but that didn't change the fact that he had an international superstar in his bedroom.
He heard a tearing sound, and he realized that he'd let his claws out and had inadvertently ripped his brand new top-shelf silk sheets.
Seri laughed, which kept Jon from descending into a funk, "Don't worry about those, there's plenty more where they came from. For now I want you to concentrate on this."
She leveled a more serious look on Jon, giving Jon the impression that what she was about to say was of utmost importance. "Will you, Jonathan/Jessica Wright, accept me as your teacher and mentor, and perhaps one day follow in my footsteps? If you say no then it will be as though I'd never come here, but if you say yes... well. What do you say?"
And Jon thought.
