[Approaching the laden table with barely a sound - her body is meant to stalk wary animals from rat to fox size, and get close enough for her beak to snap them up - Janine stops a few feet behind him and reaches, well above his shoulder, to snag a roast bird from its platter with the tip of her beak. One red eye blinks.]
:'Scuse me.:
[Her 'voice' is soundless. Really, Janine is or was a fourteen-year-old girl. She withdraws with her prize rather than eating it over the table.]
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:'Scuse me.:
[Her 'voice' is soundless. Really, Janine is or was a fourteen-year-old girl. She withdraws with her prize rather than eating it over the table.]