Orion gave a soft scoff. "I've been encouraged to stay out of my bird form as much as possible. Baba Violetta doesn't trust the Fae here," he remarked, off subject. As kind of a woman Baba Violetta was, in general, she had a healthy amount of distrust- not just because the Cirque filled its ground with gadje in both employees and guests, but because death had bad luck attached to it.
Scratching his chin again before pushing his hair out of his face, Orion gave a shrug. "Do you want to study me, doctor?" He supposed if anyone should be allowed it would be another mythical bird who merely sought knowledge without the uncaring nature a scientist demanding information by destroying the very thing they studied. He would not want his family finding out about it, though. They would take him out of the circus as fast as the shifting wind.