Whatever words he was thinking of shouting at her are abruptly cut short when she presses her fingertips into his shoulders, his voice catching in his throat as his flightpath is 'disrupted'.

Suddenly he is like a fledgling who has found itself thrown unceremoniously from the nest, tumbling awkwardly while trying to halt his plunge towards the ground with a furious flapping of wings and several indignant 'squawks' escaping from his lungs.

His instincts kick in after he drops a fair distance, and he manages to clear his mind enough to locate where she's spiraled off to, eyes narrowing as he focuses.

It's on, now.