The man snaps his head to you with such speed that it almost makes you think he somehow heard your very heartbeat, eyes narrowing to slits as he flicks them over to analyze your form. The white pigeon on his shoulder lets out an indignant squawk in protest at the sudden movements, flapping its wings to try and stay upright. After a few seconds, the man cloaked in white deems you as unthreatening and merely lets out a low scoff and mutters a single word "What?"