"Uh... You..." Shawn didn't quite understand the hand, but he really didn't need to. "You do you, man." With a soft pat on the shoulder, he departed back to his own desk. Some people had strange powers, but he wasn't to judge. He was sure that it had some use to the task at hand, otherwise the kid wouldn't have just popped out a dead hand from nowhere. Shawn wondered about the different applications of dead hands, but came up rather blank. He never had to think about that before.

Now that he was out of things to do, he relaxed in his chair and waited for something to happen. Anything really. As long as the school didn't blow up again. He could really do without that.

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"This is really unhealthy... but..." Jean whispered to herself quietly before giving Heidi another piece of advice. "try projecting your own personal thoughts onto him. do you think that the things he does would be things that he would do if he wasn't interested in you? See how he interacts with others, if it any different with them than it is you? Maybe he cares for you, but he just doesn't know the extent of it yet."

"Please." Another voice cut in, one that Heidi was sure to remember. 

Emma Frost sauntered down the hall to Jean and Heidi, already aware of their conversation. "You're the smartest woman alive, Heidi. I'd suggest you read into psychology and study him. If he doesn't already have feelings for you, intimate or otherwise, if would be no difficult task to get him to look at you like that."

"She doesn't..." Jean attempted to use her telepathy, but the voices she always heard were getting foggy. Even the loud ones. "Heidi is looking for a boyfriend, not a lover. Your advice is on par with Gambit if he still taught here."

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Caldwell looked through his notes, hoping to find and answer to Chrys' question. "That's not something that can easily be answered, Chrys." He sat down on a chair and wheeled himself to Chrys' bedside. 

"See, the object being teleported leaves this space, but something else has to take up it's space, here." He set a pencil down on the bed where Chrys' feet weren't, hoping to not hit him or touch him too much. "Whether it be air, or something physical, something takes the place of the item you shifted away. As to what happens if something sentient is shifted away, other than yourself? It's pretty self explanatory. Person. Unprotected. Vast darkness of airless space. Pop."