Timothy, of course, was prattling on about his home and family, which Handy paid zero attention to, instead contemplating nearby ditches and entertaining the likelihood of anyone finding his body and tracing it back to him. He smiled; he’d never do it of course, he wasn’t quite pissed off enough at the bird to seriously consider cold blooded murder. Still, it simply wouldn’t do to not have such considerations tucked away for future reference. You never know, after all.