Beau's head jerks up at Steven's exclamation, and she takes in both man and Rowlet, the latter of which has just enough sense to veer last second, and flap over to land instead on the back of an empty chair, feathers rustling as he puffs himself up in an attempt to look like that was absolutely what he meant to do all along.

"Thaddeus, what the fuck?" Then, to Steven, "Sorry about him. He's an asshole. Who isn't even supposed to be out here right now."

The Rowlet clacks his beak, and mutters a sulky, "Rowl."