"Well, I'm tired of the City searching for whatever the hell it's searching for by screwing with my head," Dinah said. Yeah, she was annoyed, and her feathers had perhaps literally ruffled up, creating a rather comedic image.
She had very little patience with the City and all it had been doing since her arrival, not to mention that she was running on very little sleep and her temper was much shorter lately.
She again drew herself up to her full, albeit tiny, height.
"I'm not a harbinger of death. I do what I can to save lives. And if you weren't ever human, what were you? Or have you always been a firebird?"