Daine lets out a squawk of surprise at the unexpected (if not unfamiliar) voice in her mind, so startled that she almost loses her hold on the crow shape and falls off of her perch and into the street. She regains her hold on the shape quickly enough, but the brief struggle probably would have looked quite horrifying to any outside observers. Taking to the air with a few choice curses in a crow's suitable vocabulary, she glares down at James. He doesn't have so much as a spark of wild magic about him. How is he talking in her mind?

How are you talking to me? she demands, more than a little bit flustered.