"Well," she replies, pragmatically. There isn't a shred of hesitation there, her attention fixed solely on him, her expression serious. "I want you to wrangle the bird, start to finish, so we can do our jobs in the courtroom. It should be easy for all of us that way."

There's a shrug to her shoulders.

"If you want to run off after that, I'm not going to stop you. But before that point, we have something important to do."

With a bird, in a quasi-kangaroo court, in a strange land. Like you do.