Raven had to swing around the roof to lose a bit of speed before fluttering to a stop perched next to her. He tucked his head quickly to straighten out a feather, before shifting to his human form. It was an anticlimactic thing- one second, a bird was on the ledge next to her, the next it was a man, clothed for the desert weather, running a hand through unruly hair.
"Thank you for that. I don't get out nearly enough.