Dirk grimaced slightly as the plane shuddered to a descent. As the pilot spoke, Dirk took care to not roll his eyes. Never a fan of the joker type, Dirk preferred to keep the company of more serious companions. Always sounded like they were trying too hard. As he dismounted the plane, he gathered his belongings -most of which fit within his messenger bag, his only exterior luggage was under a cover towards the back of the plane. Dirk reached up to pull off the cover from the shiny metal container, and a wide smile spread across his face. Beneath the musty cover was a shiny sterling sliver cage, from within which a soft rustling could be heard.

Dirk pulled a leather armguard from within his messenger bag, and strapped it onto his right arm, over his suit jacket. His smile faded slightly as he crumpled the fine material of his suit, but the feeling passed quickly as he opened up the cage. Dirk held his arm far out to the side, and let the iridescent door swing free. From within, a flurry of black feathers writhed, scrambling for purchase anywhere. Wings flapping excitedly, the crow finally settled on the arm of Dirk, head flicking from side to side as it took in the environment. He turned to exit the plane with the bird on his arm, as he softly hummed a short tune of four notes. 

He nodded briefly as he listened to Christopher Mahon, thinking through his options. [color=thistle]"I think, perhaps, that my skills would be best put to use in one of the patrols. I believe Beatrice would be more agreeable to one of the land patrols, if that could be arranged?"[/color] Dirk said, nodding to his bird as he stepped off to the side. [color=thistle]"I don't believe I would be of much use in a lab, unless one of you needs use of my biological or psychological expertise?"[/color] He added, leaving the question rhetorical and open ended. He had the feeling that none of them would take him up on the offer, but he left it open for them to decide. He took a brief look around to the others, taking note of the pilots decision to join the air patrols. 

Dirk took long strides as he walked over to one of the sedans, back straight with eighteen years of having posture drilled into his head. His arm was held high up to his chest, almost like a cartoon mockery of a butler simply with a crow replacing the stereotypical cloth. All the while, Beatrice stood at attention, infrequently shifting her feathers or taking darting glances around at the scenery. Beady black eyes focused on whatever shiny objects nearby she could see, but quickly diverted. Dirk paused just next to the sedan, turning his head in case any of the others requested his assistance. Otherwise, he would simply go to the Renmore Barracks to join one of the patrols.