Vögelein has ended up quite petite, under five feet tall, but that is still enormously, jarringly larger than she should be and it's just bewildering. She's long wished she could be free of the need to be wound, but...! She glances up, again and again, and tries to get one hand around to touch her back. Her wings... she's never had to walk far, and it turns out fleshy, tender feet on sun-heated paving stones is uncomfortable. Quickly she learns to walk on shaded ones, but her feet still begin to ache.

Normally, at a casual glance most people don't even notice her, even zipping overhead, so Vögelein doesn't try to duck out of sight when she sees the man - is he tall? she can't tell, she's so big that everything seems so much smaller than it should be - but her eyes go wide and she flinches as he starts at her.

"I'm sorry?" she asks a little incoherently, and then, noticing the blood, "Oh! Have you been hurt?"