"Bird," Amos answers, smiling a little at Noah's nerves. His hand brushes Noah's and he notices the warmth immediately. "You alive again?" he asks as they round the corner.

If it's a bit absent, it's because he's also talking to the bird overhead, the one that swoops down onto the roof of the store and sings out a cheerful litany of curses and abuse towards the birds. Amos snorts a little as he pulls the shop door open. Apparently his feathered friends have not endeared themselves to all of the city's residents.