Bonny decided to avert her gaze when the student moved from bringing out dead hands to dead heads. Sure, this was a place for mutants, and she expected to see some bizarre powers (she had her own, after all), but just because she expected it didn’t mean actually /seeing/ it would be any less strange to her. Regardless, she realized staring would be rude, and focused herself solely on her work. Luckily, the teacher asked the student to keep his… heads… voice low, so Bonny didn’t have to hear the corpse talking very loud. Pleasant. 
 
  She focused on the teacher as he spoke, writing down information she didn’t know as well and jotting quick point form notes on the stuff that she did. She noticed as she wrote that lots of the kids had their own ways of studying- there were those using their mutations to help, some were taking notes, and others had formed quiet groups to review together. Though she planned to work on her note taking alone, it felt nice to be in such a relaxed class.