"It's not just that," Brooke replied. "I need to show him what's so great about being a mutant, but we're one Sentinel attack or one unleashing from Animus from scaring him into that literal-proverbial shell for good."

Brooke set her cup and saucer down and stood up. She walked past Rachel to the window and looked out into the campus. "I'm used to having control. Being in control. This is too...wild-cardy for me."