"Have I seen her spit fire?" Ben laughed. "I lost an eyebrow when she first hatched." He jiggled her a little bit under his arm, not truly mad about losing a bit of hair. But it had taught him to be more cautious in the future around her. He didn't want to be losing any more of his hair. Or his clothing. "She likes to chew, oddly. Does your bird do that? Just ...chew on things? Like your hair? She's just found out how tasty the bottom of my boots are."
"Ben Solo." He nodded, though he was hesitant about extending his hand. It was nothing personal. Handshakes were just ...too informal. And he'd only just met this man. Malcolm was smiling now but the man could easily become his enemy.
But then Ben shook his head. That was fear talking. But instead of his hand, he held out Ari. "If you're slow, she might let you pet her."