Brooke watched the student with a mild form of disdainful interest. She didn't interact with the students much, but she was well aware of the reputation she had amongst the students as being some sort of magnificently bitchy hell beast.

"I've sensed both the turtles and him at the same time. He's lurking under there somewhere," she said. "I'm not sure where he ends and when they begin, though. Or how much of it is less subconscious than Pete's actually letting on." Not that she was accusing him of being some grand chessmaster with the four of the turtles, but there was the distinct possibility that whichever one came out was the direct result of whatever Pete was feeling just that moment.