Just as she had come in the birds had broken from their small grouping, and his eyes flashed, even as his lips pursed. Birds, caught between severe cold and extreme heat, died. He grinned with a snarl, and turned to her, ignoring the thumps as carcases fell to the floor.
The mess on her hands made him chuckle. "Welcome to a momentarily bird free car. I'm Jo-Nah, your host in bird killing and quiet-enjoying." He winked and gave her a bow, buoyed by the sheer lack of babbling birds.