The faint sound of dripping was both equally reassuring but somewhat disconcerting. She continued to eyeball the kettle with suspicion, brow furrowed as she continued to contemplate it for a while. No doubt the inspector would have to speak to some authority on repairs, but that could wait for now - at least until the rain gave in. The screaming, of course, continued leaving Fallon to simply perch upon her desk and look outside to the dirge. Grey clouds, turbulent winds and the rattle of the window frame.
It took her a moment longer to realise that the gulls were also partaking in smashing themselves against the panes.
Perplexity took hold next, her jaw growing slightly slack as their aggressive movements continued. Her head gave a small cock to the side, hand reaching forward to give a firm counter knock back. They did not even pause, if anything she noticed they instead grew more energetic in their movements, harder than before with the window rattling louder. She next tried shouting, a distinct, angry "Oi!" rumbling out from her core.
Still nothing - though she suspected the elements outside did little to help the sound travel. The scowl deepened, eyes narrowing to the challenge before her. Opening the window would merely result in letting both bird and element in as would simply leaving them be. Her lips gave a twist in thought, fingers drumming in consideration. Going outside would certainly put her into a similar state to them - and frankly that was an option out of the question. Sound did nothing, shouting definitely did nothing. So, she called upon something else this time.
Left hand resting on her lap she focused. She felt the cool lacing, the weave of the astral tickling against her mind. She felt the djed shift, feeling from the wrist down to the finger tips slowly fading. A small reflexive twitch of her left, the strings that connected astral to flesh slowly stretching, unweaving and shifting under her control. She felt it continue to shift, the physical left hand turning into a dead weight while the astral begun to shift and move. Aware, the fingers moving and wiggling in the air, the restrains of the flesh now behind her.
Her gaze shifted forward then, wicked grin spreading across her lips, the astral snaking its way to the window. Another inhale, her mind flickering in memory to when doing such was much harder, the ethereal trembling as she pressed against the glass. There was a deep inhale this time, her mind picturing and imagining the state of being intangible, the uneasy feeling creeping down her limbs as it passed through the glass and to the outside elements. She held it there for a moment, astral fingers wiggling as she looked upon the birds. A third inhale, she felt the astral split this time, two tendrils forming. The gulls continued, grin becoming wolfish.
"And... Good bye," They lashed forwards, tightly grasping upon the culprit birds. Wrapping a tightening around she gave no second thought as she sharply yanked the pair away from the window sill and back out into the elements.