The feeling of a bird that tiny landing on you is less obvious than the fluttering of it's wings before it alights. Luka is still and wide-eyed, unsure of how to react without scaring the little thing away.

"A bird?" He says, his voice as soft as he can make it. He's yet unaware this bird is Twelve herself, instead he assumes it's some kind of monster-realm bird, maybe even one from space!

"Sorry, I don't have anything to offer you..." He says to it, sounding genuinely disappointed. If he hadn't finished off that cabolini moments ago he'd have presented that to her.