She tries so very, very hard. If anything Shiemi is grateful for the fact that being a bird means that her expressions are better hidden behind a beak and ruffled feathers. There is a quiet little noise as she hops along, ignoring for now the little springs of grass and herbs that erupt underfoot with her frazzled emotions.

"Really? I'm glad I can help," she says with a happier chirp and a hard resist to fly off in embarrassment.