Jemma is delighted when the falcon swoops onto her arm - seriously, that's some grade-school giddiness going on. She can't quite bring herself to pet the bird - she is pretty sure the amount of pressure that beak can apply in pounds per square inch vastly exceeds the amount her fingers can withstand, but Lord it is gorgeous up close.

"Thank you!" She calls (slightly belatedly) when Chill leaves. "You didn't tell me you were rescuing monkeys."