Bruce looked around and realized he was not the only one listening. This was a public space, after all, and because it had been built inside a cave, it had natural acoustics. Sound could carry a long way.
Those who had heard Schiller's treatment process split into two camps. One, like Arthur and Bruce, was surprised, even shocked. The other showed little reaction, as though it had gone in one ear and out the other. They listened casually, then went back to what they had been doing.
Obviously, everyone in the shocked camp was from Gotham, and they were Gothamites who dealt with Schiller regularly. The more familiar they were with him, the more shocked they were.
Those with little expression were mostly New Yorkers. Judging from their faces, less than two minutes after Schiller stopped speaking, everything he had analyzed had already skimmed across their cerebral cortices and vanished without a trace.
But precisely because this was a public space with amplification, the shocked Gothamites did not dare say anything. They were afraid Schiller might hear them. Whether it became a new grudge or an old score, they would be in serious trouble.
Fortunately, the servers came over to announce that the food was about to be served. That meant they had to rearrange the seating and fill as many tables as possible, especially by gathering the children together and getting them settled at a table. The restaurant was busy for quite a while.
Schiller sat at Professor X's table, almost directly opposite Magneto. But the table was not entirely Mutants. The teachers and students from Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters had their own table, and after Schiller came over, Bruce and Victor joined them as well.
White Armor refused to be outdone and came over too. Natasha, draped