Jean saw the bird long before she registered its (the word tasted bitter somehow) keeper, was drawn to its lazy, circling patterns in the sky. After waking here, confused and disoriented and somehow alive, she'd been avoiding other people just as much as they'd been avoiding her, as she stumbled around in a daze.

But the bird... that was something she could understand. Something she could follow. Imagine her disappointment when it only led her here, to its human captor. The world was a cage.

Phoenix cocked her head at the bird, wondering if it were happy. If it even wanted to leave.

"They don't make very good pets, you know."