Cho's feelings are a lot more out in the open that Ben's are. She's horrified, upset at the notion, and she stops walking altogether, left foot on the step above her right, frozen in the action of pulling herself up, so that in a few moments he will leave her behind if he continues. "Is that what-- Why were you waiting for someone to want to go up? Why didn't you go on your own?" When Cho is trying to keep a deep emotional reaction from those around her, she tries to stuff it down, to go blank and neutral and to detach herself from what she's feeling. She's seen an entirely different kind of neutrality all too often in her line of work, however - the neutrality of being desensitized, of not caring when another living thing is in pain and you're the cause. A lack of discernible emotion caused, not by a concentrated effort to keep it at bay, but by its complete absence in the first place.
She has taken blood samples from the animals she's collected, and small scrapings of skin cells, but she's going to almost ridiculous measures otherwise to keep them safe and comfortable. She's spending more time each day feeding her growing collection than she is feeding herself, and ditto on the grooming. She had a glowing pale pink sugar glider in her hair for most of last night because it seemed distressed every time she attempted to move it back into its cage. So in the end she just gave up and fell asleep sitting up in bed and leaning against the wall so she wouldn't accidentally squish it. That's the natural reaction, to her mind, because to just not care about something simply because you're the higher life form... there's nothing higher about that way of thinking. Not in the slightest. She's working on keeping her breathing even, but there's colour blooming on her cheeks now. She's upset. "Listen, I'm not a vegetarian and I know what goes on in a lot of labs around the world and I'm not going to say that I value the life of a mouse more highly than the life of a human, but... to hurt something just to see what happens, or when there's another way to get the answer you're looking for, or because you-- enjoy the fight or something, or for fashion--" She spits this last one out with particular disdain. "That's not science or art or sport. There's no loophole you can find that makes it anything but lazy at best and cruel at worst. And-- we need to be on the same page there. Or I... would rather just go by myself."
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Cho's feelings are a lot more out in the open that Ben's are. She's horrified, upset at the notion, and she stops walking altogether, left foot on the step above her right, frozen in the action of pulling herself up, so that in a few moments he will leave her behind if he continues. "Is that what-- Why were you waiting for someone to want to go up? Why didn't you go on your own?" When Cho is trying to keep a deep emotional reaction from those around her, she tries to stuff it down, to go blank and neutral and to detach herself from what she's feeling. She's seen an entirely different kind of neutrality all too often in her line of work, however - the neutrality of being desensitized, of not caring when another living thing is in pain and you're the cause. A lack of discernible emotion caused, not by a concentrated effort to keep it at bay, but by its complete absence in the first place.
She has taken blood samples from the animals she's collected, and small scrapings of skin cells, but she's going to almost ridiculous measures otherwise to keep them safe and comfortable. She's spending more time each day feeding her growing collection than she is feeding herself, and ditto on the grooming. She had a glowing pale pink sugar glider in her hair for most of last night because it seemed distressed every time she attempted to move it back into its cage. So in the end she just gave up and fell asleep sitting up in bed and leaning against the wall so she wouldn't accidentally squish it. That's the natural reaction, to her mind, because to just not care about something simply because you're the higher life form... there's nothing higher about that way of thinking. Not in the slightest. She's working on keeping her breathing even, but there's colour blooming on her cheeks now. She's upset. "Listen, I'm not a vegetarian and I know what goes on in a lot of labs around the world and I'm not going to say that I value the life of a mouse more highly than the life of a human, but... to hurt something just to see what happens, or when there's another way to get the answer you're looking for, or because you-- enjoy the fight or something, or for fashion--" She spits this last one out with particular disdain. "That's not science or art or sport. There's no loophole you can find that makes it anything but lazy at best and cruel at worst. And-- we need to be on the same page there. Or I... would rather just go by myself."