Rush looks at him for a moment before evidently finding the bird to be far more interesting.

"You should be aware that I despise puns," he says evenly. Arista evaluates the bird as well, head at an angle, tail flicking irregularly in wary neutrality. "They do tend to be horribly irrational."

"Not that you'd know anything about irrationality," Arista says innocently to the general vicinity. Rush glances sharply at her, scowling, admittedly unclear as to which of them she happened to be addressing and mildly offended by the notion that he should be categorized as needing to be addressed. Then, "Arista," she finishes airily with a curt dip of her chin.