Jack had found the food. It was the important part of any party and she was circling it like a hawk circles prey. Plate in hand, she would occasionally dart her fingers to snatch some morsel or other to populate the plate with.

A mouse crept out from under the table and stared up at her.

Jack stared back. It was a mouse. Inside. The apartment looked clean. There shouldn't be mice. She tilted her head and considered whether she was supposed to step on it or something. It was maybe a mark of how far she'd come that she thought about it first. Using Lift, she brought the mouse up to eye height in a small biotic field so she could get a better look at it. "Why are you inside?" she muttered while examining it.