Cho nods. "Yes. My education is more specifically in marine sciences, but the basic theory of a lot of it is universal. Biology is biology." Cells are cells, when it comes right down to it. Which is terribly oversimplified, but talking about the way her brain actually works is... a more involved conversation. Not to mention, it makes her sound a bit odd. Which she doesn't mind, but she's learned that a lot of people don't really like that, for a first meeting. They like a more low pressure getting to know you period.
When Ben freezes, Cho falls completely silent, and is ready to run. He's not doing anything, though, just standing there. So she peers cautiously around him. "Oh, perfect," she whispers, looking up at him and smiling, a quick thumbs up for her approval. She thinks he's just frozen because he doesn't want to scare it off. Good instincts.
She sets the carrier down as quietly as she can, and pulls a pair of long gloves from her back pocket. They're from medical, lightweight enough to allow her almost unfettered mobility, but lined with some sort of thin metal mesh that can't be penetrated by x-rays, and so apparently also radiation proof. Which is not hugely useful without the suit, but they should keep her from being bitten. It's slow going, as she creeps forward, her main concern being to not startle the little thing. "Hello there," she coos quietly. Total silence has a greater chance of causing a flight response when she's finally noticed. This way, she's clearly not hunting. "Aren't you pretty, little one? Look at you. Purple is my favourite colour, you know. Are you hungry?" From a little container at her hip, Cho pulls a piece of slightly browning apple, turned just enough to let off a sweet over-ripe fragrance. The little nose turns up from the ground, twitching in the air, very interested in what Cho's holding. "Oh, that smells good, doesn't it? Do you want some apple?" She would be getting the same result by making any gentle noise in the limited range of soothing tones, but there's just something about talking to them that has always felt like it gets a better result.
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When Ben freezes, Cho falls completely silent, and is ready to run. He's not doing anything, though, just standing there. So she peers cautiously around him. "Oh, perfect," she whispers, looking up at him and smiling, a quick thumbs up for her approval. She thinks he's just frozen because he doesn't want to scare it off. Good instincts.
She sets the carrier down as quietly as she can, and pulls a pair of long gloves from her back pocket. They're from medical, lightweight enough to allow her almost unfettered mobility, but lined with some sort of thin metal mesh that can't be penetrated by x-rays, and so apparently also radiation proof. Which is not hugely useful without the suit, but they should keep her from being bitten. It's slow going, as she creeps forward, her main concern being to not startle the little thing. "Hello there," she coos quietly. Total silence has a greater chance of causing a flight response when she's finally noticed. This way, she's clearly not hunting. "Aren't you pretty, little one? Look at you. Purple is my favourite colour, you know. Are you hungry?" From a little container at her hip, Cho pulls a piece of slightly browning apple, turned just enough to let off a sweet over-ripe fragrance. The little nose turns up from the ground, twitching in the air, very interested in what Cho's holding. "Oh, that smells good, doesn't it? Do you want some apple?" She would be getting the same result by making any gentle noise in the limited range of soothing tones, but there's just something about talking to them that has always felt like it gets a better result.