Richard shifts back from his door, his eyebrows furrowed at the kid in front of him. He had just finished patrol, and was close to slamming the door in your face. Maybe you were a kid selling cookies for some camp you're staying at or something, but he knows you're not. Normal kids don't wear those outfits and have that owl mask tucked under their arm.

You're a talon. "What are you doing here?" He questions softly with pinched eyebrows. Richard doesn't think you're here to hurt him, you don't seem to be holding any weapons and your mask is off. "Are you lost, or something?" He ignores the outfit entirely, pretending like there isn't a buzz of fear in the back of his head.

"Do you need help?" Richard grips his door, about two seconds from slamming it into your face.