Zamuri had been silent, as he had been taken aback by the girl that walked in the room. Not the bird, though she had some charm she was too stuck up and weak for his tastes. No, what made him stare was the girl with the antlers, some kind of deer faunus. His perceptive eyes picked up so much, like how she was tribal like him, how she had assumed a role of leadership despite a young age. Most of all, the strength of the girl surprised him.
Many of the people in this room were killers of one sort or another, but she had the look and smell of a person who had experienced this in its most visceral sense. She was definitely someone he wanted to talk to, perhaps even something more. But he pushed that thought to the back of his mind, the memories of his dead tribe still too fresh in his mind to think of courting.
Walking over to the girl, he sat down in a chair next to her, his wings looking more like a leather cloak.
"Hello," he said, with a cheerful grin to his face, "You are from a tribe aren't you? It's good to see someone other than these damn city folk, acting like I'm simple because I'm not 'civilised'."