[ She stares down at him with an eyebrow raised, unable to contain her monotonous retort. ]
Are there any other owls here?
[ Without waiting for another reply she gingerly scoops them both up and tucks them beneath her arms. This feels utterly ridiculous, at least she ate already. ]
My name's Octavia. We should get out of here before anymore weirdos pop out.
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Are there any other owls here?
[ Without waiting for another reply she gingerly scoops them both up and tucks them beneath her arms. This feels utterly ridiculous, at least she ate already. ]
My name's Octavia. We should get out of here before anymore weirdos pop out.