Premeditated
They'd never really hurt anyone. They weren't nefarious people. They didn't have hurtful intentions.
Not that Salima would feel terrible if they hurt anyone. Her gunmetal-gray eyes would widen a little in cool confusion, and she'd say with measured innocence, "It was never our intention… my intention…"
There had to be casualties when she used how she did. Used other's feelings—not necessarily against them, but for her. For her team. It was a skill she knew how to use, and did.
She manipulated people. And got what Kane wanted.
Usually no one knew the difference—usually no one saw that their empathy, their social skill of choice, could be used…
But oh, how it could be used. For them, not necessarily against others. But sometimes, unavoidably, against others.
It was a price Salima willingly paid. So she called, told Rei they'd be in the area, asked to stay with him… Walk around town with him. Inadvertently run into paparazzi with him. Get some attention for the Psykicks, for Kane, through him.
A skill. Like keeping their emotions out of the way, or holding a genuine face.
Rei didn't know the difference. He was happy to help.
People usually were.