For a silent moment, Red considered her options. After being on her own for so long, doing what she wanted to do without anyone to tell her she couldn't, she couldn't help but feel she would be agreeing to a collar and a leash. At the same time, she wasn't off the radar anymore, and if she was going to stay in New York - hell, anywhere at this point - it wasn't going to work out without a compromise. Keeping her nose clean in return of protection didn't seem that bad. Lips pressed together, Red was quiet another second longer before opening her mouth to speak, only to get cut off by the unceremonious splat! of bird crap. Red blinked, then stepped off the crate and chucked it at the ceiling. There was a harsh cry, a tiny thud, and then total silence. Red looked back to Nick and grinned. "You were saying?"