Michael worked on the stryrofoam, carving out lines into it that he would later cut out, and he glanced at each of his classmates. While he knew their medical histories, he didn't know a single thing about them... He looked over at Kenji, a new kid who he hadn't seen in the systems. "So, Kenji," Michael started. "What are your... 'talents'?" Well, 'talents' was an understatement for people like them, but sometimes he tried to play things down. Seemed a bit more normal like that.