She opened her mouth-- er, beak-- to reply, only to stop walking and stand there briefly, like a weird glowing scarecrow come to life.

Because... well, shit.

"... I.... don't know. Actually."

She looked down at her oversized hands, belatedly starting to walk again, though some of the strut had been taken out of her stride.

"... Aside from that thing in the alley, this is the first time I've ... you know. Uh. Done this anywhere aside from my living room."