"Ah. I guess that makes sense." She crumbled more bread in her hands, varying how she threw it and watching the birds trail along. "I guess we have a lot of pigeons hanging around Quantico waiting people to drop bits of their lunch, but I've always been too busy to pay them much mind."
And then further back in West Virginia and Montana, when she did have the time, she mostly remembered songbirds, skittish and reluctant around people.
She turned the subject back towards a safer topic. "I imagine it has something to do with perceived purity. You see it in most cultures: white doves, white sheep, white cattle. A pure, spotless sacrifice. Anything else is just common."