The look Takumi throws the other man has a distinct tone of 'no shit?' about it, hard as it is for Chrom to likely catch in the midst of the rest of the chaos. Takumi's only been clinging to his bird's neck and shoulders since it went full-tilt into a dash half a pasture ago, after all. "I've figured out how to stay on, thanks. If you figure out how to make it listen to you, that'll be something worth yelling about!"