Blackbeak Bluff My mercury's in retrograde

The woman seems to struggle with speech, her words stammered and voice hoarse. He wonders if it's related to her appearance - the remaining marks of some terrible injury. Her answer is polite but somewhat unclear. He doesn't mind, watching her walk past with a mild sort of curiousity. His eyes sweep past her form, following where she's looking, and notes the other gull. 

The strange woman's attempts to catch it are unsuccessful. Unsure what to do now that he's witnessed this, Étoille shifts his weight between massive paws, somewhat awkwardly shrugging. "They are fickle things," he says, not quite trying to be reassuring so much as commenting on a fact. 

The titan is as intrigued by her as she is by he, though for different reasons. He nudges his dead gull again with his nose, wondering if this time she will decide to take his offer.