Cho considers this as she takes an ambient temperature reading. So there is a right answer. It's just the one that makes her feel like little pieces of her are dying. Is it worth it? There is a very small part of her brain that knows that this isn't at all logical. She can't get her answers here, because this man isn't her grandfather. A few similarities does not a stand-in make. Still, emotion is hardly the most logical thing in the universe, and when will she get another chance?
"I like that about myself," she says, voice quiet and a little weary, but not faltering. "I like that I'll take two extra minutes to see if I can do it myself before I look for help. I like-- that I take chances that might not seem appropriate or dignified. I like that I fail, because it means that I'm trying. I like that I want to figure out who I am and what I'm capable of. And I know... that you don't know me and all this doesn't matter to you. I know it seems silly to tell you any of this. The thing is... I'm probably never going to get the chance to say it to who I really want to say it to. Even if I ever make it back to my version of the universe, I don't think he'd ever let me talk this long without having someone come and... correct my emotional outburst. So you might be the closest thing I'll ever get." She nods her head, and looks at him now. It's barely there, in the set of his mouth and the grey at his temples and the look in his eyes. "I like that I try first, and I'm going to keep doing it, because sometimes-- sometimes I find out that I can do it, and those are the best days. I wouldn't trade them for anything. Not even--" Not even the love that's been dangled in front of her like a carrot for her whole life. Which she has just enough presence of mind to keep to herself. She clears her throat, and hurries over to a small ladder so that she can make a start of closing off the vents near the ceiling. "You have been very helpful. I do appreciate it. I'm sure they do, too. I'm going to have to do redirect the generator in a minute. Would you be willing to stay with them until I get back?"
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"I like that about myself," she says, voice quiet and a little weary, but not faltering. "I like that I'll take two extra minutes to see if I can do it myself before I look for help. I like-- that I take chances that might not seem appropriate or dignified. I like that I fail, because it means that I'm trying. I like that I want to figure out who I am and what I'm capable of. And I know... that you don't know me and all this doesn't matter to you. I know it seems silly to tell you any of this. The thing is... I'm probably never going to get the chance to say it to who I really want to say it to. Even if I ever make it back to my version of the universe, I don't think he'd ever let me talk this long without having someone come and... correct my emotional outburst. So you might be the closest thing I'll ever get." She nods her head, and looks at him now. It's barely there, in the set of his mouth and the grey at his temples and the look in his eyes. "I like that I try first, and I'm going to keep doing it, because sometimes-- sometimes I find out that I can do it, and those are the best days. I wouldn't trade them for anything. Not even--" Not even the love that's been dangled in front of her like a carrot for her whole life. Which she has just enough presence of mind to keep to herself. She clears her throat, and hurries over to a small ladder so that she can make a start of closing off the vents near the ceiling. "You have been very helpful. I do appreciate it. I'm sure they do, too. I'm going to have to do redirect the generator in a minute. Would you be willing to stay with them until I get back?"