Illua had been lazily floating along on thermal as she attempted to find their recipient. She herself was having trouble finding him, then a little voice in her head interrupted her search. [i]Saw him. Onlookers, right below. Deliver and then assess the situation. We may need a few feathers to tickle their noses.[/i] She nodded and did a slow wingover into a dive, folding her wings against her body to maximize acceleration. She waited until the final ten feet to spread her wings and abruptly slow her descent as she landed softly beside their recipient. She took out a package wrapped in brown paper and held it out to him. "Bad time for a delivery, but here it is. Came from a woman in the business district." She glanced over at the group of crazies before motioning with her head over to them. "You look antsy. Looking to do something about them?"