With the agent staring at him, and he could tell it was someone Chaos aligned, Quail's Eye had a flight or fight moment. The little quail puffed up and stared right back into her eyes before he settled. Little feet shuffled, almost as if trying to get closer to her before he chirped.
She wasn't doing anything wrong right now. So he wasn't
scared of her. After all, Quail's Eye was made from Wiseman. If anyone understood Chaos it was him. He chirped again and shook his head before flapping his wings and flying off at her. If she didn't scare, Quail would land on her head and flap his wings a few times to mess up some of the looser strands.
He would then settle on her head and let out a curious little chirp before making his way down her hair and to her shoulder where he would try to examine her face.
She looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't put a finger - feather? - on it.