Chrys chuckles. "That's pretty cool. Haven't seen that kind of ability before." He grins, looking over Peter. In his days following his father in the military he'd seen a lot of different kinds of powers, but not any that changed the constitution of the body. "And that's a pretty good idea. Count me in." He twirls one of the pencils in his finger. He wouldn't say it, but this was his most boring class, as he preferred to train. He snaps and shifts all of his books but the current one into his bag. "The question I have is how to make the Theatre look futuristic...." He scratches the back of his neck and leans back.