[Capitano gently dotes on the bird resting on his shoulder, petting is gently as it rest.]

“Capitano!” Tartaglia calls out

[Capitano sighs, putting his helmet back on turning to face Tartaglia.]

“Tartaglia.” Capitano says

“Does your bird had a name?” Tartaglia asks

“Yes.” Capitano scoffs as if that was obvious that the bird had a name