"Neither did we...." That murmur was Tony's, as the shorter-haired twin got his gun put away at least. After some consideration and a I'm not sure I really want to do this kind of grimace, he picked up a stick and poked tentatively at—what remained of one of the birds.

Wes was still waiting for cops. Sort of wanted cops to show up, even if he didn't at the same time. Shooting birds in the park had to be some kind of criminal offense and they sure didn't need to mar their career with that, but... they'd just killed. That it had been just a few mutant birds didn't matter. They weren't supposed to use their guns for killing.

"They startled us pretty badly, I guess," agreed the other. The birds... and that internal thundering.