Re: [Reaction]
[She was so often still feathered with the dawn, and very little was better than waking up and stretching her wings over town. Her swooping circles high in the air give her a strangely sharp view of everything, especially on clear days, and it's hard to miss the flash of white against the darker wood of the window sill on which she left a feather. A gift!
She swoops down to examine it at first, spending long moments perched on the sill as she tilts her head back and forth, hopping a bit from side to side. Gift requires gift! She flies away again to get something before taking what was left for her. And returns with a gold metal button. It's a bit scuffed, and the design is nothing special. It looks, in fact, like something someone lost off their winter coat and that then spent the next two months being kicked around the streets. She leaves it there, taps twice on the glass with her beak, and then snatches the cigarette and flies away.]