"What's there to talk about?" The bird replied standoffishly, turning ever so slightly to face Marisa. Haze once again stepped in, clicking her pen as she prepared to hear the parrot's testimony. If it refused to answer, she'd just have to force the truth out of it, either physically or via a rewrite. "Your owner, the man within the mist, & the disappearances... Just the usual stuff, you know?"