While others went into the bank, Ayita wandered the streets. It was by ducking into the shelter of a alley way she was able to shift. Soon a Raven was perched on a lamp post. Looking about with a fluttering of wings and call of greeting to others of the winged shape. Several did pass by, not recognizing the stranger in their territory. But they found no interest in one who wasn't taking a ideal nest or food. Satisfied some feathered bully-body wasn't going to knock her from the perched, the shifter turned her attention to the bank. People came and went, noting what the others were doing. With a clack of her beak she flipped her wings up, she parched on a sill of a second story window. Fluffing up her feathers and gaping her beak in admiration of herself. A useful cover to peer into the building. Though, with a preen of her beak, she did find herself a very attractive bird.