"Bomb. Okay." Snow is slightly annoyed to have a mouse in her hair, despite it being a perfect mouse home, and on any other day she might just eat him and be done with it, but at least this means he'll be easier to protect.
She has accepted that this incredibly odd little group is functioning as a group, and even though she could strike off on her own and probably be fine, she won't- she'd prefer to be with others, even if they have to be human, and later that will worry her.
"I can carry it," she states, following them up the later, and then adds, "Mouse, don't bite me."