"Knew it was someone's. Ain't read the message so I wasn't sure where it was fuckin' goin'. Ain't mine t' read, y'dig?" He stands, coming up head and shoulders above her, but still smiling sweetly. He strokes his hand down the bird's back, then offers it to her. "Here sis, guessin' you know where it's headed if you been lookin' for it. Don't look like the type to do somethin' heinous to no blackbirds neither."