The raven spotted her and her feathers went down, but that could of also been from the rain. "Ah, thought you were one of those dreadful pigeons. May I come inside?" Without waiting for an answer, she stuffed herself under the bush.
"I said almost. I'd much rather fight rival gang leaders in a battle than be pounced upon by one at the square." Rocket cooed over the wind. "Well, you're a pigeon too! Besides, we were in a bush, listening to official conversation- even if not on purpose." She said this as if it made total sense. "C'mon, we need to find a dry roost." She brought one of her wings in a bit and started swooping sideways, getting closer to the ground.