Percy has to stop in his tracks at the woman's words, the sudden stop making his little porg parade run into his legs and each other with surprised trilling. As he turns to speak to her, he's taking a few moments to uselessly open and close his mouth and make some undignified and somewhat distressed noises as he's trying to figure out what to even say to that.

"That's entirely the problem here!" As he says that, one porg decides to land on his mess of white hair that it thought would make a nice nest or perch. Percy immediately tries to swipe at the bird to no effect. "I would very much like them to not."