Murasame has helpfully soared overhead and alighted on the eaves of the building to their immediate right. Shino glares up at him a beat, gesturing his way, "Meat theft, that's what!" Before it registers that there's no real answer in that, and his sandwich has been sacrificed to a stranger.

He darts forwards, hands outstretched. "Here, I'll take that! Sorry for the idiot —" Murasame interrupts with a protesting croak that sounds quite similar to both a laugh and to what?!, "— bird!"

Said idiot bird watches and flexes his wings, crouching down in preparation for liftoff once more.