[What a mess. Then again things always did dissolve into that around her ... or into something more deadly to be honest. She was half convinced whoever was kidnapping her would just heave her over the side of the ship or something else.

The poking jolts her out of her thoughts and much like any bird she retracts her head down some away from said prodding finger. The inadvertent displeased bird noise she makes is totally unintentional.]

Magic. [Then she looks as surprised as a bird can.] They can't talk?

[Wait, never mind, he's rummaging in her dress. She beats her wings a bit to land on top of said dress and makes more displeased bird sounds.]

Wait, wait, wait. I still need my clothes, you know.

[Hooking her feet around the clothing she takes wing and lifts it into the air with her. Ranma's Gekkaja lands head-first into the wood of the deck itself, damn close to the groaning man Ranma is standing on.]

Did they expect us to clean up too? Because I'm refusing, just so we're clear.