It's a very accurate distillation of her life's purpose. So she just laughs and moves her hand up to her ear. Most people would probably tuck their hair behind it, but instead Cho runs her finger around behind it, untucking any hair that managed to find its way back there to join the rest of her hair, which is hiding her ears. She does it very naturally, like it's a practiced and common movement for her. "It's taken care of me. I should be taking care of it, too." She hasn't really shared much about the last place she was living with many people. The incentives are a little difficult to explain, and reminding anyone of the fact that they are all here without their consent seems like kind of a mean thing to do. He's very spot on, though. She wants to save the world. More generally, she wants the world to be saved. If someone else does it, she's also good with that, as long as someone manages to figure it out.
Cho makes a delighted squeaking noise at the sight of the little mouse. It's just so freaking cute. Which has no bearing on its usefulness, and therefore is not something that she should be considering in her selection process, but also she is human and it is tiny and adorable and she can't stop feeling that way. She presses her hand to her mouth, as though holding in the deluge of totally irrational attachment she already feels. Which is why it takes her a moment to look at Ben's face and see how uncomfortable he is.
Oh. Oh no. She sets down the carrier quickly, and her face is serious again. "I'm so sorry, are you afraid of mice? Don't worry. I'll get it." She holds up her hands, and when he bends his knees to get closer to her height, she goes gently rooting around in the hood at his neck. It's not that she can't find it. It glows. It's just that it's burrowing into the warmth, and very small, and she's wary of hurting it. "Just hang on. I don't want to squish it. It's fast and pretty small and--" And now running up her arm, instead of around in Ben's hood. She pulls herself back so that it can't return to the perceived safety of the dark fabric. "Hello little--" Instead, it goes for the perceived safety of her hair, braided loosely and offering just as much protection. The glow disappears pretty much entirely as it hides.
Cho bites her lip and starts shifting her shoulders slightly to see if she can make it want to run back down her arm. "Progress?"
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Cho makes a delighted squeaking noise at the sight of the little mouse. It's just so freaking cute. Which has no bearing on its usefulness, and therefore is not something that she should be considering in her selection process, but also she is human and it is tiny and adorable and she can't stop feeling that way. She presses her hand to her mouth, as though holding in the deluge of totally irrational attachment she already feels. Which is why it takes her a moment to look at Ben's face and see how uncomfortable he is.
Oh. Oh no. She sets down the carrier quickly, and her face is serious again. "I'm so sorry, are you afraid of mice? Don't worry. I'll get it." She holds up her hands, and when he bends his knees to get closer to her height, she goes gently rooting around in the hood at his neck. It's not that she can't find it. It glows. It's just that it's burrowing into the warmth, and very small, and she's wary of hurting it. "Just hang on. I don't want to squish it. It's fast and pretty small and--" And now running up her arm, instead of around in Ben's hood. She pulls herself back so that it can't return to the perceived safety of the dark fabric. "Hello little--" Instead, it goes for the perceived safety of her hair, braided loosely and offering just as much protection. The glow disappears pretty much entirely as it hides.
Cho bites her lip and starts shifting her shoulders slightly to see if she can make it want to run back down her arm. "Progress?"