Elizabeth just watched while Ethan had left the room, returning with the white mouse. "Of course... That's why it hasn't been changed... They've figured out how to change genes, and looks... To change how you think, how you see... But they haven't figured out how to change the way people criticize..." She shook her head a bit, watching the mouse intently. "It sticks out, just like you do... But I'd never consider that a bad thing... Some people try as hard as they can to stick out like that... But they never manage to no matter how hard they try... They do their very best to be noticed- Even if it was just a little..." She was talking about herself, partially. In her childhood, she had tried her very hardest to do everything right, in hopes of getting her parents attention. Even if it was just a pat on the head and a 'good job'. But she hadn't ever gotten that... And for an instant there was sorrow in her eyes. Either that or longing.