FOOD! George flung himself from Michelle's shoulder, his wings fluttering madly but doing nothing to slow his descent. Fortunately it wasn't far and he was small and light. He scampered over to snatch a morsel from the basket, eyeing Stiles' dragon, Zephyr, cautiously all the while.
Michelle ignored Stiles and Derek for the moment. They clearly knew one another, or had at some point. Until they got caught up, they seemed unlikely to answer any of her questions.
She turned to Lance. "I'm Michelle. Where are you from?"