Re: Michael/Janus - No. 5
"I don't know why any birds would have a problem with me," she replied, and she meant it. All the things that had a reason to be pissed off at her were either a) dead or b) very human. You had to have a soul to be of interest to Janis, and you had to have interested Janis at least once to have a reason to hate her. (This was her reasoning.)
And by the way, it was the same in either form. Janis = Janis, in (at the moment, that is) her mind.
"None really like me, but they don't hate me either. The spooks in the old house, that might be something different. But these aren't them." She was saying this while they were running, rather out of breath and sprinting in elevated boots with equated darting on twinkle-toe. "Just saying. That leaves you, Sparky."
She pulled on his hand. "Break. Oh my God, break." She bent over her knees and tried to catch her breath.