Even if she hadn't told him she wasn't a threat, there was enough similarities in their stories that he relaxed again, settling himself into a crouch, using his wings for balance, lessening his own wind resistance, "I'm Iggy."
And since she'd shared, he was going to as well: "I'm one of six avian-human hybrids, 98% human, " He stretched his wings just a little, "2% bird. We escaped with the help of Jeb Batchelder, but he's dead now."
He shook his head, "The other five are probably still looking for me, it's only been a few days for them, but I have no way to contact them and the longer I'm gone the harder they'll look."