Paul's been in Trench long enough that someone he knows shapeshifting out of any given animal isn't that unusual an event. He is slightly disappointed she's not a real crow if only because of the fascinating implications about the local ecology, but that's hardly her fault.

"You heard about this too, then," he observes, rather obviously. "I'm doing a survey of the area. There are some fungi here I've never- "

What stops him from launching into a ramble about local fungi varietals isn't self-awareness, although that might be nice, but a distant sound in the chamber. Paul stills and perks up, then glances back at Luz.

"Forgive me. I'm getting carried away. What are you up to down here?"