Now this was odd. It wasn't every day that someone chose to be in his personal space, at least not without some important reason. Even most meta-humans were uncomfortable around him, even after a year of operating in the city of angels, which just went to show that there wasn't as much difference between normal and meta humans as was advertised. Still, she wasn't saying anything.

He slowly moved one of his talons up to the inside pocket of his jacket. He had spent a long time cultivating a slow, deliberate style of movement. Not only could he seriously injure someone else or himself with a quick, thoughtless movement (something he'd learned the hard way mere hours after his transformation when he'd nearly gored out one of his own eyes) but those sort of movements were predatory. Whether human, rabbit, or full grown deer, they had a habit of sending things scurrying away.

His talon caught on what he was looking for, and he pulled out a small, spiral bound notebook. Upon the cover. which was black leather, was pressed the image of a large owl. He set his bread down on the bench and laid the notebook flat on the palm of his hand, opening it to reveal that it was filled with laminates while cards that he began to gingerly flip through. He didn't have to go far before he found the card he wanted, and he gripped the notebook by its spiral bindings to hold up to the girl.

On it was a realistically drawn picture of an owl, one wing extended out and a speech bubble emerging from its mouth. In the middle of the card, within the bubble, were the words in big letters:

[center][b]Good Morning[/b]
[i]-The Owlman[/i]
[i](Superhero)[/i][/center]

He had had the notebook specially bound through a friend in the Reformist Council. It had cards for most basic human interaction, "Hello", "How are you", "What's wrong", "I Speak English", and the like, along with one that just said "Chicken." Every card signed [i]The Owlman[/i], every one featuring a different owl picture, and it was the best he could do without being assigned a dedicated translator or having a helmet that could broadcast his thoughts.

He loved it.