"Correction," Marco grinned like a sneaky bastard and fixed her grammar. "I am the bird. Sorry for not saying hi earlier. Can't talk well while flying." Unless they understood phoenix which he was starting to learn, no one ever did. Oh well, it was a mythological species. Not like too many people outside of his crew were crazy enough to bother with it. "Though I must say, you ladies all fly rather gracefully." Marco for his part, looked ever bit as deadpan as if he was just commenting on the weather. He watched the air between Gwendolyn and Oswald carefully as though he'd be able to know when to cut it should the occasion -- given their recent discussion; arise.