Brooklyn blinked, unsure of how to answer. What had he had in mind? Would he lunge at them? Attack with nonexistent claws? He glanced down at his hands, turning them palms upward to stare at the stubby human fingers and nails. Humans didn't even have claws. Their nails were good for nothing but scratching their too-delicate skin.

"Can I fight?" he repeated with a humorless chuckle. It was as much him asking himself as Peter. "I don't know. I thought I could..." It had probably been the right thing, leaving that arguing trio as they had, but it only made him that much more upset knowing that even if he'd tried to help them he might have been unsuccessful. There were no scare tactics to use here. He was unarmed and without probably even the voicebox to do a proper growl...