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[The video feed opens with a grouchy-looking Harry somewhere outside, in the shade. He looks slightly scratched up and dirty, with a few dark feathers sticking out of his hair.]
I feel like Tippi freaking Hedren here. Anyone else been having trouble with these crow things?
Smoo, smoo-chu smoo.
They didn't seem like they were attacking, anymore'n the other wild stuff around here, but SOMEONE had to try proving how tough she was by attacking an entire flock. Not that I'm naming names, LARA.
Smoo~
[Harry picks a Murkrow feather out of his hair, flicking it away and off-camera with just a bit more force than is strictly necessary. He is not the outdoorsy type, Alfred Hitchcock shenanigans notwithstanding.]
Anyway, these things seem sort of out of place here.
...More than everything else, I mean. Any ideas on where they're coming from?
I feel like Tippi freaking Hedren here. Anyone else been having trouble with these crow things?
Smoo, smoo-chu smoo.
They didn't seem like they were attacking, anymore'n the other wild stuff around here, but SOMEONE had to try proving how tough she was by attacking an entire flock. Not that I'm naming names, LARA.
Smoo~
[Harry picks a Murkrow feather out of his hair, flicking it away and off-camera with just a bit more force than is strictly necessary. He is not the outdoorsy type, Alfred Hitchcock shenanigans notwithstanding.]
Anyway, these things seem sort of out of place here.
...More than everything else, I mean. Any ideas on where they're coming from?
