She rolled her eye back pushing her now empty plate away from where she sat as she listened to the conversation around the table, it was definitely something worth thinking about; maybe even worth joining in on. She had the blades that her father had given her, training blades he had called them though they did have little power to them. Groaning loud enough to get the attention of the three sat around the table she lent back in her seat her arms lifting back so that her hands were resting against the back of her head, "Okay, so maybe I might be interested in this little... Sparring group. I guess I could dust off my babies, they do need some fresh air... Some action... Some blood..." She took in a deep breath letting it out in the form of a yawn before continuing, "Okay, well that's sorted, the four of us I guess are now some weird sort of group thingy."

She glanced over at each of their faces with a bored expression before she narrowed her eyes letting them come to rest on the bird, "You said the pigeon favors one wing more than the other yes? I'll help you retrain her. Don't know if she'll like that or not, but to be honest, I'm pretty good with animals..." She turned her eyes away from them before she stood up picking up not only her plate but Adam's empty plate as well, moving around the table she slipped into the kitchen and over to the sink pushing her sleeves up before she began to wash the dishes.