"Heh. Sorry, that's what it looks like! Command chairs and controls I really don't want to fiddle with 'cause that would probably kill us all." He's content to not explain science fiction to a bird, but he can elaborate a bit. "I'm going to look for more people. Do you want to come with me?"

He's not sure if he's offering a perch. Julien's arms are engulfed by wings, and his shoulders broad but feathered.