Zero clicks her beak sharply, a warning that comes a split second too late. Tim turns, automatically backing up with Zero's feathers fluffed anxiously against the side of his face before he realizes he recognizes her. Bee, right? With some - weird, furry thing curled up around her shoulders. Great.

"Oh," he says, but can't quite pin down the complicated swirl of emotion her unexpected appearance elicits. Relief? Trepidation? Some self-contradictory mix of the two?

Probably, yeah.

"Hey." He eyes her warily, shoulders tense. "What, uh, what are you doing here?"