I mean-- [Yuri hesitates and gives Saitou a searching, almost skeptical look. Had Souji told him anything about her abilities? She thinks not, if only because it might mean he'd have to explain how he found out or something, and hadn't Souji harshly insisted that Yuri just "forget" it all happened?

The cloth in her hands twists anxiously and she shifts her weight, shrugging.] When I touch things I can... feel things, usually. Impressions. Memories, or feelings left behind, things like that. A place like this should be teeming with residual feelings, but there's...nothing.

Or rather, there was something, but it's gone now. Which should be impossible to do.