That makes Vince frown in confusion. 'Other people can't?' He's never had cause to think that being able to talk to animals might be something unusual. Bryan can, and when his bandmates come 'round, they're all busy talking band stuff and don't bother with the animals, so Vince always just assumed they could too.

Good to know that she's a girl, though, and Vince nods judiciously, even though the idea that girls aren't allowed to wear breeches doesn't make much sense. He curls up to grab onto the branch with his hands as well, flipping backwards to drop down to the branch below him, landing with his knees bent and a steadying hand in front of him. With his other hand, he reaches out to pluck at the fabric of her skirt curiously. It's rough, heavy fabric of some sort he's never encountered before. 'Why can't girls wear breeches? That's stupid.'