[The motion draws your attention right as you're mid-question to John. So there are local mushi after all. No, wait -- something about that mouse looks familiar. Your brow knits as you drop your gaze to stare at the entity. Is that... ink? Could it be Shinra -- no, his grandmother wouldn't have allowed it. Maybe.]

[Normally, you wouldn't stick your hand out towards an unfamiliar mushi, but this one looks like a type you've seen before, and might even be from the same person. As you wait for John's answer, you lean down and extend a few fingers towards the mouse, curious if it will promptly abscond with your knuckles.]