That's the term for people taken here, right? [Audubon twitches the wings under his thin shirt - a shirt that doesn't have a space for a shell... - awkwardly. He isn't sure what to do with them or anything about how they work... only that they're a striking black, white and blue.]

... I can't remember being here before. My world doesn't have any human creatures - just Turtles. And me, the freak accident. [The squared-off, simian jaw sets, and Audubon's gaze slides downward, towards his well-articulated toes.]