"So... what, dead pigeons? Are the words 'bird flu' remotely familiar to you?" She hesitated in front of her building. On the one hand, she hated letting people know where she lived. Once someone knew where your home was, they were always trying to drop by and borrow things. Or pop out of the shadows and beat you senseless. It was always one or the other.
But it was fairly cold, and weird roof-bound archer girls shouldn't have to be out in it. "Okay, stay here in the hall," she said, opening the apartment building's door to Susan. "I'll be back in a minute."