It's so much easier to remember who someone is when they're human and not when they're fluffy with paws. Even as a bird, Strange somehow manages to give off the impression of 'oh fuck, I know this guy, what's his name again.' Still, he's got plenty of experience bullshitting his way through situations, so that's getting put to use. Since he can't really smile (no lips), Strange makes a happy little chirping noise of acknowledgement.

Thankfully for Shima, this is a bit after Strange secured Ignatius and he's backed off of his panic attack. And he hasn't caught him at a bad time at all. Strange had been scouring the city, trying to find good, relatively secluded places so he could do some creepy scrying in peace. He doesn't mind interrupting that for conversation. Strange turns around a little and shows Shima his wing. The brand is placed a bit higher up, on whatever the birdy equivalent of the upper arm would be.

"I am. I've only arrived a few days ago. They've called me Zophi," he explains. "What about you?"