... I pray to the gods that those Servants aren't here to humour the idea. [That's enough casual chatter for now, as she stops to inspect the bird Kiyohime pointed out. ... And, after a second, she then turns her head away from it. The stench's unmistakable.]

It's the latter. [She's confident with her answer.] Though I suppose anyone could mistake it as a toy at first glance.

[Fly free, birdie. You're not her prey for today. What is her prey seems to be nearby, concealed.]

There's something there- it's a toy. Hiding behind that bush.