[There's a sigh, Pidge running a hand back through a tangled mess of hair.] No, actually.

I was just looking at it, checking out all the different functions. Then this guy- [Pidge gestures at the Rowlet, who simply makes a funny cooing noise in response.] -flies in, snatches it right out of my hands, and then suddenly he's rolling down the side of the road with it.