[aw] looking

Ricochet definitely noticed the look of admiration in the eyes of her new little acquaintance, and she just soaked it in, a small cocky smile on her lips. She liked being admired; who didn't? She did wonder what exactly this girl was admiring, though. Her stature? That was likely. Her looks? Slightly less likely. Then, as Sparrow spoke (and spoke and spoke) she realized it was the name. Or the name was part of it.

Her siblings all had bird names. She listed a few. Ricochet raised a brow, becoming steadily more amused as the poor creature continued to struggle. She should have politely cut her off somehow, but why miss out on the entertainment? Ricochet was a selfish little bitch and she'd never deny that. But finally, as the excitement and fumbling words seemed to die out, Ricochet felt a rare pang of pity. In some cases, it would have been the nature of the brutish woman to make things worse. To tease. But in a case like this, that would be like kicking a puppy.

But worse. This puppy was already down. Time to lift the puppy up, she decided. She laughed again, genuinely entertained by the girl and her flood of words. Maybe the laugh would offend her. Oh well, this was Ricochet trying to be nice. "God, you're cute," she chuckled, gesturing with her head for the girl to follow her. "Come on, little Sparrow," she said. "I want to look around."