Boydster, son of Boydster, egg-headed member of the Boydster cartel was threatening people with his ostritch, having an affinity with large birds around here probably wasn't a good life choice but they were an odd bunch that rarely lasted long, whether as humans or, as last time out, as penguins. Neurotic to the core, former obsessions included garlic and dope, still there was a low cunning hiding behind a countenance that suggested he'd been set on fire as a baby and put out with a shovel.
Jura would keep an eye on him, in the meantime she wondered how fast his bird could run without feet, if it came after her, that question would find an answer.