Do you know what happens when chickens cross roads?

Rounded up and dumped into the basket, they did look a bit sluggish.  Jael wasn't sure she liked it, but it was a problem for tomorrow.  They needed to get the hell out of here.  As it stood, the humidity was making her edgier than usual.  Shifting her weight, gaze darting far and away.  Tail twitching.  Lip twitching. Her eye is intent, keen, but it doesn't always work so well on chickens.  Sketchy fuckers.  These are no different.

As the chickens were driven her way, she's quick. One or two would slip past, and she'd let them. Still, they were moving more slowly than she would have expected. Strange, but she guessed they'd caught them before they'd otherwise have woken. Maybe they were groggy. Still, there were other things on her mind. The quicker they could get the birds swept up and secured, the quicker they could tend to the more pressing matters.

Chasing one of the faster stragglers, Jael is quick to scoop the bird up and sling her into the bin as well. A grumble as she does, the stress plain in her body language and on her face. Gaze darting between Modesty and Gilgamesh, as it seemed they were nearing what they needed.

“Speech.”