Cho shrugs, in that shared joke kind of way, when Ben talks about the glowing mouse not being afraid. Why would anything be afraid of her, anyway? She's utterly harmless and defenseless. She's still smiling, though, as she tries to get the mouse out of her hair. Apples don't seem to do the trick, which surprises her. Neither do the berries. She has luck with the little mostly tasteless crackers, though, made from not much more than flour, potato flakes, and dried ground peas. She can't catch him, but he darts out long enough to grab it and then return to her hair to hide and eat.

She'll figure it out. He can't stay in there forever. Ben's comment about her family is surprising. Not because it's not true, but most people don't just say it. They skirt around it for a long time, dropping subtle hints that fly right over her head. The comment brings her up short, for just a moment, and then she laughs. Immediately after, she presses her hand to her mouth. Probably shouldn't be so loud. "That is absolutely one word for it." People don't generally like hearing about her family, she has learned this through lots of trial and error. "They've always expected a lot of me and my brother." More so from her brother, of course. People don't like hearing that, either. "They expect us to look after the legacy. It's a lot of pressure."

She takes one of the little smaller containers from inside the carrier, and tucks it under her arm. "Give me a boost?" She can see other tiny lights in the tree, perhaps more mice? She wants a closer look.