Well, that was just her luck wasn't it. She watched the fuzzy mouse shift and land on the ground in a move that was lacking in style but at least he didn't appear to be dead or injured. It was up in the air if she would have gone to get help or tried to carry him somewhere if he was hurt. While she wasn't the same person who had arrived in Glynn a year or so ago, she still wasn't the type to go out of her way to be helpful to a stranger without a benefit to her.
Still. She was curious about the fat mouse that evaded her. So she took the chance and flew down towards the tree he had jumped out of, held her breath and shifting just right to fall down and grab a branch to slow her fall. Briar swung for a moment before dropping, bending her knees to avoid the pain in them; much to her parents' consternation, she was quite good at falling by now.
The landing put her beside him on the ground, and she stared down at him with unabashed curiosity. He looked vaguely familiarity, in the way that everyone who wandered in to The Bounty was to her these days. She herself was a little more Briar than Bree at the moment, pants for and shoes for climbing and a loose top that had several spots for her to hide things in, curls tamed and pulled away from her face to leave her view free.
"Does this mean I can't eat you?" There was an overdone petulant expression on her face and in her tone, though it was hard not to grin.