"I meant in helping people in general," Brooke said. "My sort of constructive judging isn't going to help here."

She plucked the cup and saucer from the air and took a dainty little sip. She closed her eyes and savoured the flavour of the tea. It was perfect. She opened her eyes, considering Rachel's words. "Someone should tell him about Typhoid Mary," she said. "There's another mutant with different personalities, only she handled it badly." She took another sip before asking, "What would you suggest I do?"