See, Eve's problem -- she guesses? -- is that she's just not used to people falling out of the sky beside her. It's a personal failing, really. She should be used to all manner of strange things by now.

And yet, the burst of red feathers and the person landing beside her has her flinching into a ready stance, completely prepared to throw down. One fist is drawn back before she processes that he doesn't immediately look hostile.

Eve pauses. Doesn't put her hand down. "Um," she says. "Hi?"