Yeah, but seriously, how much can a crow actually do? I mean, sure, look around or whatever, but that's about it, right?

[Lyn crouches down a bit, studying the crow. Then he pulls out a pen from somewhere - he's always hiding various small objects on his person somewhere - and pokes at the crow with it a bit. Not using his finger because he has no immediate plans for getting bitten by a zombie crow, thanks.]