[Sriracha tries to stick her beak through the crack in the door like some weird version of the shining, but Egon pushes her back and immediately retracts his hand, slamming the door shut.

The hallway is quiet for a moment. There's the sound of scratching and chirping at the door. Egon lets out a sigh, rubbing his temples.]

I don't understand it. She doesn't seem to accept any sort of positive reinforcement beyond victory over her opponents. I assume she has somehow identified me as an opponent, or someone who she's supposed to fight.

[The scratching intensifies.]