Peter was more than willing to elaborate what he had mentioned earlier to Christopher Clarke. He admitted that he was focused on his own train of thought, rather than the train of thought of others. However, there was the unfortunate turn of events. He wasn't sure who this boy was, at first, but he learned to not necessarily care shortly after. He pushed Peter's new acquaintance off the seat of the table, prompting a glance from Peter - perhaps unnoticeable due to his lack of features, but there was still the motion of his head turning to him. A twinge of disdain welled in him. Kids were so crass and... unnecessarily aggressive. Their brains run off pure impulse and it was just... stupid. Immature. The sentiments of the neighboring girl was similarly vexing. One-armed freak? These kids really [i]were[/i] obnoxious little cretins. He almost said something, but Christopher picked himself up and reacted in kind by pouring orange juice. So the situation was turning into something he was no longer interested in - inter-student drama. He wouldn't do anything until something seriously picked up.

And that's what Peter was watching for. An additional pulse of electricity scoured the area, highlighted the shapes and features of his environment. Hair might stand on end, but that wasn't important at the moment - that wasn't his concern. This newcomer - Matthew, he soon learned - fortunately did not react in the way Peter expected. He instead showed off his power, and the orange juice simply sucked into his body. How? Does he absorbs liquid? Sucks away moisture? This child was aggressive and possessed a power that could seriously harm people. It was somewhat reassuring to know that Peter himself wouldn't suffer from such effects, but still. Matthew was going to get in the way sooner or later. But as for now, the situation seems to have diffused. Christopher bid his farewells and Peter nodded absentmindedly, instead focusing on the new child. If he was going to stir trouble, Peter wanted to know what could be done to settle it. Trouble meant risk. Risk was a hazard. He wasn't keen on exposing his life's work to hazards of any sort. Needless to say, he also didn't want Matthew nor any of his proteges getting in his [i]own[/i] way and distracting him. And while he didn't have his work available, now was as good a time as any to begin removing obstacles.

To consume the empty space Christopher Clarke left behind, a girl named "Amanda Blackmore" had arisen. She was nearly as vulgar as Matthew. She made a comment about "showing that one-armed weirdo". Peter interpreted it as something of personal slight, for himself and on behalf of his similarly disabled acquaintance - but ultimately took no offense. Amanda Blackmore's comment warranted a dead stare in her direction, to perhaps remind her that there were still people around she ought to be considerate of. He took a moment as he analyzed her the best he could. Licentious. Crass. Arrogant. Really, a suiting fit for Matthew. She even had what she called... a "butt-slave". Goodness gracious, these kids were getting more and more ridiculous. Or, who knows. Peter never spent too much attention to other students back in in his schoolyard days. But as for "the now", the more Matthew talked, the more ludicrous he sounded. He really saw himself as a tough, "saw all the evil the world had to offer" kind of kid. 

He wasn't going to sit here not saying a word - as easy as that would be, to just simply siphon off the information they gave him by just simply talking and ignoring him. But Peter had questions he wanted answered more immediately, as he wasn't sure if those were to be as quickly covered, if at all. He also wanted less gang wars in the new territory in which he'll be working. Diffusing whatever tension or aggression Matthew would aim towards others would be ideal.

"You are a very confident young man." Peter observed, speaking in a warped and hollow voice. "But you do still seem to be just a child. Don't be so quick to make enemies."

Despite the very contrary, Peter took a moment to look from a perspective as though he were on Matthew's side and take an objective view on what happened with Christopher Clarke.

"You had already alienated a young boy and made light of his disability. You had already made an enemy out of him - that's an obstacle. You se[i]-eee-eiieie...[/i]" Peter paused a moment to regain the bearings of his vocal ability - his voice turned into a high-pitched screech and squealing of metal. "...you see... an enemy is going to take advantage of your lowest moment. When it comes."