What? All of this is a bit much. After the pain passes Reeve sits up and looks at the little mess tumbled over his desk. A bird? Poor little thing looks disoriented. Oh little thing.

"Oh dear me. How did you get in?" he asks, frowning at the bird. Better question. How would he get it out without it getting hurt? Especially with his leg as it is. After a moment of thought he slowly raises his device so he can type on it.

Steph, I was hoping to ask a favor when you return to town. It seems a little bird has gotten into my house and I'm injured. I cannot get it out on my own.