Brooked stared darkly up at Magneta, cool brown eyes narrowing in frustration.

Did that designer imposter knock-off actually believe that she was the future leader of mutantkind?

There was one emotion that Brooke was very well acquainted with. Humiliation.

She had been humiliated, and she'd used that to humiliate many.

Just as she would with Magneta.

Brooked reached out with her powers, wondering if the helmet would block her powers. Hopefully, it only worked against telepaths.