[Birdman almost leisurely sits back down on the floor with his legs crossed and his chin propped in one hand. He picks a stray Delmetor up off the ground and idly rolls it to and fro between his boney fingers.]
I'm trusting you with his care here. It'd help if I had a name to put with that face of yours. [He slips the pill in his mouth and between his back teeth; there's a loud crunch.] For later.