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A box can contain a lot, depending on the size of it. A small box can hold something small, whereas if you increase the size you can hold something large. However, a box does not need to hold one thing, but it can hold many. One's mind is like a box, it can hold many emotions. If it holds to many, the box will burst open. Neo's mind in particular is a box that holds many emotions that she can not release, or rather, will not. Neo refuses to speak out those emotions, feeling her voice will result in something being slipped out. It had been so long since she had last spoken that she forgot how to speak, or even what her own voice sounded like. It was like her voice, too, was being contained in a box. Boxes can also go missing.
One particular box was amusing to Neopolitan, and this one wasn't a philosophical one. It looked like the box was loaded with many small but heavy items, and Neo peered outside watching a member of the White Fang as he tried hard to pick up a box. Her neutral looking face was broken into a smile when she saw the White Fang member pick up the crate before dropping it on one of his feet. Finally, as Cinder Fall herself arrived, she saw that another White Fang member was helping the first to pick up the box and move it. Finally, Neo's lips returned back to a business type look, and she sat back to watch Torchwick and Cinder converse.
Torchwick's glances toward her only made Neo feel a sense of awkwardness; all it did was bring attention to her, attention she did not want in the presence of Cinder. The woman herself brought almost a sense of uneasiness into the building with her, and Neo felt she would be better suited outside and stalking White Fang. It would be fun to see what they got up to whilst nobody was looking.
Comforting Torchwick was definitely something she did not want to do; his final glance toward her only brought her attention to the she-devil. Cinder called her a pet, and Neo did not like that. The curious look that she didn't realize she had on her face morphed into a glare of rage that perhaps, if visible, would have shown lasers of whatever colour rage would come in shooting straight into the eyes of Cinder, a glare that showed that the comment was most definitely not respected. Without a word, a few moments later, Neo stood, and walked out of the room. If she was being dragged along to raid for dust, she would wait outside and watching the White Fang whilst she waited; away from Cinder.