"Hnnngh!" Topher felt that, the strong wave of negativity that was surging towards him. His eyes flashed a dark, shadowy blow for the briefest of seconds before he realized where it was coming from. He turned back to look at Brooke, who had her eyes focused on him.

His own eyes narrowed. He was going to need to speak with Brooke later about the dangers of doing what she was doing.

Even if she was trying to help.

He turned back to Magneta, then.

"Shields down. Don't make this uglier than it needs to be, Auntie M."