Nova goes abruptly still at the noise of the doors opening; Johnny holds her close, feeling her twitch under his hands. They sit motionless and silent, listening, trying to determine who or what has just come in.

There's light - just a soft glow - moving slowly toward them. Johnny squints at it for a moment, and catches sight of a beak, feathers. Massive, and moving not like a bird.

He would be so lucky. "Venia?" he says hopefully, standing up. "We're over here. Please don't trample us."