Someone her size and without the ability to fly probably shouldn't have spent so much time walking headfirst into danger. Yet it could be argued that she spent almost as much time in the animated world as she did in New York. Probably not the smartest of ideas considering her propensity for disaster and a talent for getting into trouble that rivaled her talent for tinkering. Once upon a time she would never have considered the idea of helping out people. Though she'd always been fascinated with 'lost things' and those that left them behind, it was an unspoken rule among her kind that people never know about them. After all humans could never understand how important they were to the workings of the seasons, or the way their magic worked. They were dangerous, or so she'd been told, in those brief moments they were mentioned as the fairies discussed trips to the mainland.
Of course none of that seemed to matter to the tiny tinker fairy. Her talent was inherently connected to a vivid imagination and unquenchable curiosity. She'd always wondered about people and so it was almost too easy to convince herself that learning more about them was a good thing. Add to that the fact that she was now technically human on one side of the portal, as well as the guilt she still felt for ruining spring, and it didn't seem like much of a stretch to try and help the resistance in anyway she could. Of course to some her ability to contribute seemed almost too small to matter. She was flightless fairy, unable to speak the human language on this side of the portal, and very tiny on top of all that. It was her talent that made her feel like she really was helpful, even important to the cause. As a tinker and inventor she was good at fixing things, and the resistance was in constant need of repairs. Though she wasn't much of an expert on firearms, she'd been studying up on their workings in the real world. Learning so she could do even more to help when necessary.
As easily as she could do all of these sort of things at the complex or even in her own shop. Away from the dangers of the darkness and any one of the other countless threats the world held for a tiny fairy. Tink just wasn't the type to sit idly by and wait. People needed her talent, and she was going to help them in anyway she could. Even if it was dangerous, even if it meant that she might die in the process. If she couldn't fix spring, couldn't bring back pixie hollow or her friends, then at the very least she could have a hand in helping repair the rest of the world. However small her role in the entire thing might have seemed on the outside.
Of course there was her whole 'finding trouble' thing to consider. An aspect of her personality she was becoming rapidly reacquainted with as she looked at the mess that had once been her cart. It was much larger then the one she'd had in pixie hollow, sturdier in build too since she had readily available supplies in her shop, but that hadn't seemed to be enough to keep not one but two of the five wheels from popping clean off.
Beside her Cheddar sat on his haunches, towering over her in this world considering he was a very large rat, and wringing his paws with distressed squeaks. Looking up at him, Tink reached out and patted his belly "Don't be upset, it wasn't your fault." she offered the rat a reassuring smile, and scratched him behind the ears as he lowered his head to her level. "We just hit a pebble or something is all." She glanced back at the cart, brows furrowing. "I'm going to need your help getting it out of the mud..."
Turning back to the cart, her hands rested on her hips, a frown of thought on her face. All the little bits and bobs they'd been carrying were thrown to the ground, and Tink couldn't help but feel very not safe out here in the middle of the jungle. It hadn't felt so bad when they'd been moving, but now? Her eyes flicked around, suddenly overly aware of ever rustle and chirp of the forest. Her heart pounding away in her chest. It took a lot to try and focus on the task at hand, moving towards the cart to see how bad the damage was, and whether the wheels could be salvaged. "I don't think these wheels are going to work anymore..." one of them was badly cracked, and she haven't even found the others yet.
Cheddar was the one who heard the sound of someone approaching first ( once she got into that zone it was hard to get her out, even with giant stomping footsteps ), and the rat leapt to stand in front of her. All his fur bristling. "Cheddar what's the matter?" Suddenly on alert, she hid behind her friend, peeking past him to scan the surrounding shrubbery as it shook and her ears filled with the sound of footsteps. She'd have called out but experience said that was a bad idea, not only that but the chances of the person understanding what she said was slim.