Hawthorne passes you a spare bird perch.

"Louis doesn't like this one. I don't know why, it's exactly like all his other ones. Uh, I did clean it, don't worry about that."

Louis screeches. Hawthorne shakes a finger at him sternly.

"Don't give me guff, you flying rat. I'm not making the Guardian carry anything you touched without disinfecting it first."

She turns her attention back to you.

"He's getting a little temperamental as he ages. Hey, tell Failsafe good luck, all right? Can't wait till I can see those batadactyls for myself. Next time the H.E.L.M. comes home, all right?"

She dismisses you with a firm nod.