Malcolm hadn't really been terribly sociable since Grey had passed away, but with time, he was slowly starting to come out of his shell again. He was finally spending more time as a human, when for the past while, he'd been more comfortable as a raven. It was strange to be out, walking around. But it felt good- he felt more stable, now. Less inclined to top himself, which was always nice.
When he saw Micha- it wasn't the song that surprised him, the island had been pulling that one for a while, and he'd already had a go at singing on the train- it was her legs. Had he been hidden away for so long that he'd missed something? She wasn't a fish!
He let her finish the song uninterrupted and then gave her a small applause for her efforts.
"Fucking hell, darling!" he exclaimed, gesturing towards her legs. "I thought I'd catch you singing fucking- The Little Mermaid or something, but here you are, part of that world already- you're fixed?"