[the screen is a flash of white fabric before it is properly adjusted to display shirley's face. her expression is, surprisingly!, mixed: somewhere between annoyance and amused disbelief. really, you can't blame her because:]
It seems I have found myself with children.
[...before you, dear viewer, can wonder about this, the screen adjusts for you to see a gaggle of ducklings. tiny and mostly brown but they have golden faces and yellow dots along their downy, little feathers. they're huddled together around shirley's boots.
like so. probably because her cloak offers warmth and a place to hide.]
Their mother is likely dead, and I cannot care for so many. Would you like one?