[Shaw hasn't discovered her new friend's fun little perk yet: everything sounds completely normal from inside the soundproof bubble, and this just happens to be her first time trying to interact with someone outside of it while the kestrel is close at hand. So she misreads the cause of the alarm, shaking her head.]
It's not wild, it hatched from that weird egg thing. And it didn't hurt me on purpose, it tried to land on me when--
[As she talks, she takes a step forward. It's just the one step - she's not trying to get herself or the bird all up in Harold's face. But by taking it, she ends up moving from just outside the bird's five-foot silencer radius to just inside of it - and suddenly, with no other indication or fanfare, she's perfectly audible again.]
-- I was wearing a t-shirt. Pretty sure it just didn't get how thin and puncturable human skin is.
Raptors can't retract their talons, [ he splutters, ] so it doesn't have a choice.
[ Caught off-guard and confused, Harold is still capable of spouting bird facts reflexively. He takes an unsteady step forward after Shaw does, fascinated even as he's still boggled. He's appropriately cautious around a wild animal but he absolutely won't waste an opportunity to see a kestrel (?) from this close up. ]
Some kind of kestrel, probably, [ he still answers reflexively. ] I'm sorry, can we please back up and go over the cone of silence your hawk appears to be exuding?
[ His wren is just a wren, he's pretty sure, and Accelerator hasn't told him about any odd characteristics of his owl... ]
Considering everything else that goes on here, I'd put that at a two on the weirdness scale. The fact that it hatched fully-grown from a magic egg is a four.
[But that point aside, she's definitely interested, so - slowly, she starts inching backwards away from Harold. The kestrel sits serenely on her arm, preening its wings.]
Tell me when you stop being able to h--
[Aaaaaand there it goes, the sound of her voice cutting off just as quickly and easily as it had returned.]
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It's not wild, it hatched from that weird egg thing. And it didn't hurt me on purpose, it tried to land on me when--
[As she talks, she takes a step forward. It's just the one step - she's not trying to get herself or the bird all up in Harold's face. But by taking it, she ends up moving from just outside the bird's five-foot silencer radius to just inside of it - and suddenly, with no other indication or fanfare, she's perfectly audible again.]
-- I was wearing a t-shirt. Pretty sure it just didn't get how thin and puncturable human skin is.
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[ Caught off-guard and confused, Harold is still capable of spouting bird facts reflexively. He takes an unsteady step forward after Shaw does, fascinated even as he's still boggled. He's appropriately cautious around a wild animal but he absolutely won't waste an opportunity to see a kestrel (?) from this close up. ]
I couldn't hear you at all until a moment ago.
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[Shaw looks from him to the bird, narrowing her eyes. The pieces aren't hard to put together.]
Huh. Cool trick; that'll be useful. Anyway, you know what it is?
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Some kind of kestrel, probably, [ he still answers reflexively. ] I'm sorry, can we please back up and go over the cone of silence your hawk appears to be exuding?
[ His wren is just a wren, he's pretty sure, and Accelerator hasn't told him about any odd characteristics of his owl... ]
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[But that point aside, she's definitely interested, so - slowly, she starts inching backwards away from Harold. The kestrel sits serenely on her arm, preening its wings.]
Tell me when you stop being able to h--
[Aaaaaand there it goes, the sound of her voice cutting off just as quickly and easily as it had returned.]
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He gives Shaw a disgruntled frown at her sudden experimentation. ]
Oh, please. Let's at least get something to measure the distance with first.
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[She pronounces, waving a hand between them as she takes a step forward back into the bubble.]
I don't need a yardstick to tell me that.