Cho takes her handkerchief back, but she's not certain Ben won't still need it. She's not going to force the issue, though. He's hurting, and if he didn't want anyone to see it, this must be so difficult for him. Even if he's the kind of person who doesn't mind someone else seeing their pain, it still wouldn't be easy.

There are some containers in the carrier that are still empty, but Cho is not quite so obtuse that she doesn't recognize the question for what it is. Ben would probably keep going if she said she needed more, because he's also a nice person. He's just been through something very rough, emotionally, and he probably needs some time to get his head straightened out. She can always come back later. "This is good, yeah. Plus, we didn't run into anything scary. It's nice to come up here and not leave running in terror." She is only half kidding.

She's putting the container of mice back into the larger carrier when a little glowing blue dot flies through the air, and hits Ben's back. Cho frowns, tilts her head to the side, and watches as one tiny leg stretches out, recognizing the general shape of it. "You have a tiny frog on your bottom."