Clearly she wasn't the talkative type. He made a sheepish kind of look. "For eating the cinnamon bun and not putting it on the ground so that the birds didn't attack me. I appreciate not getting bird crap on my shoes." And not being pecked to death.
"You don't like talking to people?" he asked, looking her over. Okay, maybe he should shut up and let her go on about her way, but he was just curious.