"Great." Amy didn't want to move again so soon after finding a home. However, she thought, her "home" was more of the people rather than the house, though it was definitely a nice one. She finally turned her attention to the new avian, smiling at him. "Hi. I'm Amy."
"Uh, hi," He said, a little caught off guard by both her talking to him and the hoarseness of her voice. Was she sick or something? "The name's Tool, and that reminds me..." He looked down at his right hand, which was hanging on to his crowbar covered with blood and something that might have been the brains of an unfortunate eraser or two. He thought for a moment before wiping it off on his bluejeans and then returning it to a makeshift holster. His pants were already looking pretty bad, and he would rather keep his trusty crowbar looking good rather than his jeans. "Nice to meet you all, I guess."