[Her only response to that is to snort. She doesn't want a bigger rooftop--her usual diurnal tendencies are at odds with this nocturnal creature's habits, and all she wants is a nap.

But then she freezes, nosetip to wingtip to tailtip. The gears of her mind don't grind the quickest, but she has her moments. He IS being solicitous. Of this building. He wants me to leave. Because. It's his building?... Or he's hiding something.

She immediately raises her energy bubble around herself, dark and opaque and impenetrable as she can make it, large enough to pace under as she considers. To anyone with normal vision, she'll have dropped even further out of sight.]