Olivia watches, jaw clenched, as the bird slowly dies. She's tempted - extremely tempted - to put another bullet in it, end this quickly, but she can't afford it. The way things are in the city now, she can't risk using bullets she might need for the next horrible thing she runs into.

When it finally stops moving, when she can't see it breathing anymore, then she walks slowly to the mouth of the alley, keeping one eye on the bird just to make sure it really is dead. The gun's lowered the instant she spots the person inside; after a moment, she holsters it entirely and steps closer, frowning in concern.

"Hey. Are you okay? Are you hurt?"