"Mm. The Captain is bad at making living shit. You should've seen his attempt to make trees. It looked like it was out of a video game or something. The whole thing was just weird. There's apparently not even any germs or anything on-board."

A flicker of movement in the tree above her catches her attention, and Darcy pauses for a moment, staying very still. It's... a bird. Darcy cannot distinguish birds. It might be... a parrot? Maybe? The most exotic bird Darcy's used to back home are pigeons.

Regardless, she silently points up at it to indicate it to Bastion.