Was she not watching his demonstration from earlier? Or was it that Heidi was seeking Peter's own explanation for his mutation? Pete could not take any true guesses, so he instead took a moment to think of the words to explain his ability, move everything into English the best that he could, then, go back and make sure that it made sense in English. He was still very rough with the language, the words not always coming out as he hoped them to, or sometimes his accent would drag at the words and make it almost impossible to talk to. 

"I... I grow. I become stronger, my body is metal." He tried to explain, his hands fidgeting and moving around as he spoke to the girl. "My clothes are big to fit when I grow into metal. They become loose when I become small again."

On the other end, he could understand why Heidi's power could be more of a curse than a gift. Having a brain that could think up everything all the time must be hard to sleep with, to even concentrate on simple tasks with. Has she grown into her mind so much that she knows exactly when she's going to do things? There were so many questions, and asking them may make her head hurt. 

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Reaching out with his hand, Booker had attempted to create a construct in time to stop the rock from hitting the cat. Unfortunately for him, the construct only became physical after the rock has flown through it, hitting its target. He sighed and loosened his hand. "Sorry!" He called out to the cat, mutant or otherwise. 

He then turned back to Rosemary, smiling calmly at the girl. "Use your ability to its very limits." He told her, his hand opening and raising palm-up to create an atom in motion. "Adapt. Grow, change."

"Do you remember how Mr. Summers and Ms. Grey were brought into the Xmen? The whole story?" The atom still floated in his hand, spinning slowly as he spoke in a pace to match. "Jean was a student here. She was good, smart, but she wasn't all that cared for by the students around her. Still, she did her work, working and working even though there wasn't a clear path for her. Scott had just arrived to the mansion when Apocalypse attacked. He had normal schooling before then. With his ability growing as it did, as late as it did, any thoughts of the future he had were washed away."

He began to walk, motioning with his free hand for Rosemary to follow him as he monolouged to her. "And Mister Wagner, our illustrious drama and theater teacher. He had arrived only moments after Scott. He was captured, put in a fighting ring. No family to speak of other than a circus he traveled with. Three outcasts in very different lights. They were all brought together here because they felt the need to do something. They fought, they proved that they had what it took to become the second class of X-men. Now, that might not be true for you or anyone else in this school. Becoming world-saving protectors is not your set future when arriving here. Learning about your powers, mastering them, controlling them, that is your goal here. Anything after that is all in your hands."

He paused, freezing the atom mid-air. In moments, it faded into dust, flowing away and returning to the world as energy. "What I mean to say here, Rosemary, is that the future is up to you. Its what you make it. But there are duties that you need to attend to. Your classes, which, yes, you aren't failing, and your appointments with me, which, you are." He smiled wider. He didn't step closer, but looked off into the distance. "If you fail my class. You will not graduate, and you will be held here until you do. Proper motivation."