He takes in a sharp breath as he turns quickly in the sound of the voice. His gaze sweeps over the crow and the surrounding bleachers, looking for who could have --

No, something he just saw is wrong. Andrew steps his memory back. Bleachers, fine, billboards, fine, bird -- very much not fine. "Aha," he says, fixing his eyes on it, taking in every detail. The most obvious thing to notice is, of course, its mouth. To someone less used to the biological diversity the universe has to offer, the sight of a human-ish mouth on a crow would probably be fairly disturbing.

"That's very much not normal," he informs the bird.