Blue paid idle attention to Chainsaw and the orb -- basically only enough to keep the bird entertained and her hand from being in any imminent danger. -- much more interested in the various dream duds that Ronan pulled from the box he was carrying.

The useless battery pulled a short chuckle from her, while the undercover-metal dog bed visibly startled her when it clattered loudly against the ground. She supposed she could see Ronan's point, even an artist didn't paint a masterpiece every time.

"You aren't worried about someone finding them? Poking around and figuring out where they came from?"