[Bruce quirks a wry smile when the bird squawks, and when Matthieu speaks Bruce transfers his gaze over to the other man. It's not that hard to notice the bitter tone in his voice.]

Sister Nightingale needs her birds to do what she does. [He tries his best to soothe Matthieu's rankled nerves.] I'm sure you were asked because they knew you'd get this done quickly.

[Why Bruce is here, though, he will never know.]