//most normal and understandable response to anything happening in this place

If I get into trouble I have the best possible protection." They reach out to poke the bird's beak, pushing it back once they're sure their hand won't get chomped off. Harley then opens the bag, taking out a tibia bone and holding it out to the bird. "You can have this."

Their nerves about the bird ease up a little when it just tilts its head like it's curious. Right, that's just it. It's probably just curious. They've heard too, of birds that eat bones. "Oh." Okay, not a pervert, thank god. But... "That sounds worrying. I'm... good, though.-

//don't worry i get the picture i think lmao

between them and her, clutching their satchel to their side. "Tempting? What are getting at?" They fidget with a couple of finger bones in their hoodie pocket. "Are you some kind of pervert?"