: <We're OK yes... uhm...> — looks down at Shahinne — <Perhaps we should leave though...>
: <No leave!> — pecks Harriet — <I am having fun here!>
> — to Faith — <We don't really want to be a burden... though you have been a great host.>
Copahue walks to where Pandora is, looking at the soul substitute machine. He shakes, his plumage bristling, and then he flies away to where Harriet is.
: <...But I like here...
-brushes Shahinne: <Listen to your mother, we already have a house...> — turns to Faith, apologizing.