[Ochako giggles softly, reaching up to grab the vase and bring it closer to the table before releasing her quirk. The item's weight returns, and her hands bob slightly from the shock of renewed gravity on the object, but she doesn't drop it. She does, however, set it back to its proper place. ...And makes a mental note to pick up some fresh flowers somewhere to put into it, to liven up the place.]

My maximum weight capacity is, eeh...nine tons? I think? But if I get even close to that, I get really, really sick...and I promise there's a lot more to being a Hero than just having a quirk and doing cool things. It's, eh...heheh...really dangerous. And a lot of work. [She won't den the glitz and glamor that she was fed for most of her life about Heroes was turned on its head when she actually started really working. A Rescue Hero, specifically, has it...pretty hard. Natural disasters, wide-scale villain attacks, they're the ones that try to aid those who are in the center of it...or dig out the bodies. Ochako remembers the horrors she saw after Machia's rampage. So many people were in need of help, all crying and screaming. It...it could have haunted her for life, if she were any weaker-willed.] ...I really hope so. I want, more than anything else, to be a proper Hero, so I can help people. Save them, and protect everyone's smiling faces for as long as I can.

And, um...I made a promise to my mama and papa, too. That I'd make a lot of money, and give them the carefree life they deserve. ...I haven't forgotten that. [And she never will. The driving force for her want to be a Hero was, and will always be, her dear mother and father. Ochako loves them most of all.] Hehe, but um...you should show me some magic sometime, too!! I only know witches from my storybooks and shows, and what Luz-san has showed me before!! It must be so cool to have and use magic!!

Ne, ne, do you have a broom? Or is that too callous of me to ask? [Since, uh...it's a pretty huge stereotype...]