"Ah... eh... that'd be the, er, the person-shaped object that just went that way?" he asks, pointing south. "I suppose this does make it rather final." He sweeps the bits into a little pile and scoops them up. Why he's feeling so civic-minded right now is beyond him, and he'll just tell anyone who asked that he hates seeing a mess. Into a nearby trash can it goes. He dusts his wings and looks up in the direction the person-shape went.

"Good luck finding him."