Stepping closer, he risks a gaze back to where the dragokeet flew at to make sure it wouldn't decide to come back.

"Yeah, damn thing was trying to make a nest in my head or somethin'," reaching to pat at his unruly hair again. He can still feel the little critters' claws pinpricking at his scalp. However, he's intrigued by whatever the sniper has in his hand - definitely not a sniper rifle, but he had reached for it as if it were a weapon. Interesting.

"'pparently they like perching on people if the registry is anything to go by."