[Her dramatic entrance sends both him and the chicken(?) flying backwards. He waves his hands at her, not wanting to get cleaved in half––at least not day.]

Woah, woah, woah! N-No need to be drawing your weapon! It's just a chicken, yeah?

He may have a sharp beak, but he's not gonna hurt anyone...[Turns to the chicken.]

Isn't that right, chum? [The chicken doesn't agree, squaking loudly before speeding off.]

Oi, not again...