Peter would have frowned at Amanda's initial comments - but he took it in stride as he usually did, taking note of her brash behavior. It was a little disconcerting how she was eager to talk about how she made her enemies disappear and made them sleep with fish. He somehow doubted her power was one to make people actually go away by means of teleportation or something, otherwise she would have already sent Peter away. He nodded silently until she was finished, listening to everything she had to say until she was finished. It was, of course, just a courtesy. He doubted that anything she could say would convince him one way or the other. There was a study that showed the standard of education since his age had dropped by ten percent, which Peter had been highly doubtful of until he could see the evidence with his own eyes. By this point, he was beginning to suspect those studies might have been true. After Amanda was done with her boasting, he merely looked up at the standing young woman while remaining seated and unfazed by her claims.

"You are not invincible." Peter simply commented in reply. "Like Christopher Clarke, I don't have only one arm because I got [i]bored[/i] of the other one."

It bothered him a little to say that out loud. To admit he only had one arm. It was a constant case of denial for him most of the time, and while he didn't take up issue with it to prove his point, he still felt uncomfortable. He felt his body tingle and he longed to be able to feel his right arm again. He needed more electricity soon. His arm. Just for another ten minutes. That's all he needed. It's one of the few times he actually felt alive nowadays. To feel euphoric. It was a lot like returning home after being gone for a couple years...

Matthew's comments were unexpected. The boy had a strange sort of duality to him. He came to the table like a bully in a high school drama movie and started downplaying history as nothing. In attempt to assure Peter nothing was wrong? Was it out of fear or lack of care? Peter could admit he looked strange. Different. Or maybe Matt was trying to avoid trouble. Absorbing liquids wouldn't do much to defend against a man of metal, after all. Regardless, he figured the boy was attempting to dodge Peter's accusations or advice or whatever he might be interpreting him as. Another girl had approached the table, one who had seemed to take up the recent fashion consisting of primarily black. Her promiscuous attire was odd, but he didn't pay much attention to her. The only thing about her that really grabbed his notice was her calling to attention the amount of static in the air. Peter would do nothing in response, as reacting would imply that someone at the table was capable of affecting those conditions. He didn't trust her - she looked fishy - and so he would leave her in the dark. Besides... she looks as though she would enjoy that sort of thing. Amanda suggested that this new girl, Vespera as she said, went off along with himself so they could chat. No. Absolutely not. Vespera wasn't the sort he wished to be acquainted with. But in the end, he didn't say a word to either of the girls. This would perhaps give the impression he was ignoring them completely.

"Sociopathy," Peter began out of the blue, facing Matthew, "is a mental condition in which approximately four percent of the global population possesses. They are characterized by a lack of shame, remorse, the capability of formulating abstract lies, and are generally intelligent. They're manipulative. Calm and cold. Comfortable staring at others in the [i]eeyy-ieeieee...[/i]"

He paused for a moment, allowing for an eerie moment of silence following his cryptic message. "They hide in the crowd well and know how to pretend. In other words..." Peter allowed another pause, and took a moment to face Amanda and then Vespera - he then slowly turned his head around to face Christopher, then back to Matthew, "you'll never know they're there."

Peter silently got up from his seat following that, allowing him to stand as his full height. The intended message of that is to watch who you mess with, because you never know if they'll try to kill you later, even if they look fine on the outside. However, Peter was pretty oblivious to how cryptic his message actually was, where it appeared to imply that Amanda could be one, or Christopher could be one, Vespera, or even himself. Were some people to take the time to think deeper on it, then perhaps it could even come across as a threat - like a "don't fuck with me" kind of way. Though Peter was a touch too apathetic in this circumstance to think that way, he did have the preference of not being harassed and bothered for as long as he was here. He stuck his one hand forward towards Matthew, almost as though his previous comments never happened. 

"Dr. Peter Brooke." He introduced.