"That's so...odd." She tilted her head to one side, deep in thought for a moment, before snapping out of it and walking a sandwich over to the turtle. She took a look at the glass of water she'd had specially prepared - half-drunk and also a failure - and replaced it with a glass of minty limeade.

"Who is the strongest personality of you five?" She wondered if Pete might be the weakest, being a victim of his own mutation.