Though he can't empathize at all, the Balladeer makes a sympathetic sound. That is rough. He won't even bother trying to say anything comforting, because he knows perfectly well how that will go, but it must be hard to be so far separated from home. "I don't do anything like that."

He reads over Seth's shoulder as the cat types, and hums thoughtfully. "No, I don't have any..." Now how to put this? It isn't as though there's a direct opposite to his abilities, either. "I'm completely deaf. What? I can't...tell anything...about people." He's moving his hands as he talks, but the gestures are not really making anything clear and he's obviously aware of it. "I don't listen. To things."