< My name's Collette. It's nice to meet you, Crucible! > She dipped her head in a bob, extending one wing to flutter the feathers at him. It was a ridiculous way of waving, but she felt like it was something worth doing. < As for the other thing, yep! But it's one of those permission things. >

Unless and until permission became a nicety she didn't have time for, something she didn't foresee in any immediate future.