You talking to me or the bird?

[The Murkrow looks scandalized, and lunges out to peck Egon on the hand even as her new toy is taken away. She squawks in disdain and hops after him, tugging at his pants leg with her beak. Unfortunately, her efforts are in vain and Egon sits back down. Kildarby ruffles her feathers and preens her primaries, glaring daggers at him.]

Hey, don't worry. She'll evolve someday, if she wants to. And then she'll be big enough to carry your Pokegear as far as she wants.