It sounded like his own voice but he didn't hear it come out (he thought it must have been an internal voice) and looking around the room he could see any number of tattooed foreheads that could have jutted the words into his audio feed. He suddenly found himself focusing only on their foreheads. Everyone's imprint said the same thing, IN-TELL, and even though no one was talking he was sure that this one exact thought he had already internalized was echoing in everyone's aural landscape.