[Stranger and stranger this is becoming, and if it were not for the gryphons bumping the back of her head now with their beaks because how dare she stop giving them attention, she would be all over this. As it stands, however...]

A good thing you are not afraid of heights... but...

[She turns around and flicks the gold-feathered bird in the beak, and she snaps back.]

Would you mind assisting with something? I've a few more questions I would like to ask.