Bishop mumbled to himself a, "bless you," and a "thank you," as he glanced at the boy's owl that was staring intently at him. Figuring no one else would be entering the car, he stretched his legs over the empty seat, staring down the bird. Bishop didn't like birds of prey, especially owls. It always seemed like the moment he stopped looking at them they would attack, which made it so that he never wanted to look away from the strigiforme.