Whoever this is, she knows how to respectfully admire a bird. Daine turns her head from one side to the other, letting the breeze ruffle her neck feathers (and showing off, perhaps just a little, their iridescent sheen).

And then she's greeted, soft and polite and probably without expectation. So it's with a rather mischievous glint in her eye that Daine cheerfully replies, Hullo yourself.