Ow? Do you need a doctor? I didn't clip you with my big black beak did I?! Are you bleeding? Are you okay?! Are you okay?! Someone call 911!!! Defib, defib! Stat!!!
*Flashing a smile as I see Beaker wake up. Then frown when he faints. Furrowing my brow with agitation I scamper up toward his fore head and peck at it.*
*With a sigh of exasperation I shed a single black feather that lands in the palm of Beakers hand as I launch into the air.* This little Raven flew the coupe! Bwahahahahah!