"...Mm. It seems as though it doesn't want to become a target," the detective's sister spoke telepathically. She her cloak hang from the one shoulder that the bird wasn't perched upon so the fabric wouldn't be torn. Haze rolled her eyes, starting to get impatient. "Humph! He's strong, sure, but not all-seeing!" "He must know something, then," Renato reasoned based on the parrot's reluctance.