"Oh? And where am I to go then?" she demands, taking a step closer. One of her wings unfurls again, the feathers at the tip being used to point out the mounds of scrap in the distance. "Do you think I came here on my own accord? I was dumped here, discarded as useless. And judging by your business and the fact I was driven here with a load of scrap, you invited me into your yard."