...Huh. I mean...I guess you could try seeing if he likes people? Pet birds will hop onto people's hands and stuff, right...?

[Okay, so: clearly the way to this guy's approval and trust is through the bird. Good. That's one easy way to make (an ally? friend? connection? not-enemy?) a something-or-other on the positive end of the scale in this weird, bizarre, colorless place.]

I can't believe he isn't flying away. That's one courageous blue jay.

[Of course he's not flying away. Why would he? She hasn't told him to.]