Brooke's eyes ticked up from her lap to meet Aramis' eyes. She could feel that. The other presence. Just like last time, it was there again. Man, Brooke wanted to reach in, use her powers, and pull him out, but she wouldn't do that.

She couldn't.

She'd promised Rachel.

"I want to help," she agreed. "I think it'd be beneficial for all five of you, in the long run. A mentally healthy mutant is a happy mutant, or something."