It's... Mystic Eyes of Reflection. It's the best way to describe them since my sight was artificially adjusted years ago.

[There's a reluctance in her voice, but it's not like she's talking to a normal person. She takes the cup of juice staring into it.]

When I physically touch someone or something, the prana flows out and what I see are reflections of the past. Memories. Instantaneous knowledge of structure, of sight, sound, smells, and touch.