[There was a certain amount of oddity for Maria to get over, having arrived in such a place. Young girls called to task, sentient Dolls with her face, Nightmares which manifested in all manner of shapes, sizes, and horror.

Then there was doing battle alongside a pidgeon.

She didn't ask. Not in the moment. It was a creature on her side and that's not to be scoffed at. Maria had aided in cutting the beast down, trained well beyond such petty slaughter. Once it begins to retreat, she looks at the bird. She doesn't mean it snarkily, her tone distant and matter of fact to say;]

A city bird is an unexpected ally.