"I didn't mean to disturb," Rose said, managing to squish the last of the bandages into the case and get it closed with a small air of triumph about her. "Just setting up emergency kits for each attraction. Lord forbid we have emergencies in more than one area, and me unable to be in two places at once." Italy had been a perfect example; while she'd been field treating Callum, others were being gunned down. She'd worked herself to near exhaustion but she knew the others would have come out better if there had been sufficient supplies close at hand.
"I'm not an owl shifter, no," she said after a moment, unsure of how much of her abilities she wanted to share. Her people were secretive by necessity; there was some information in human myth and legend about them, but nothing about their ability to take human form, nor their inability to cause harm. "My people are able to choose our form as children. Always birds, always white. Is it similar with yours?" she asked then, curious. She'd seen him as a vulture, had been surprised that a phoenix did not have its own distinct form.