The first thing that sits next to him - well, it's a bird. A raven, doing the sort of awkward flappy hop into the seat where there's not really enough room to fly but one is determined to do so anyway. She looks up at Gold curiously, tilting her head to the side.

"Krek?" she asks, like she expects an answer.

"Brat! Get back here!" Ronan yells, catching up to his raven and giving her a look that says murder. "Don't run off like that."

"Krek?" she asks him, blinking, hopping in a little circle to face him.

"No, not krek. For fuck's sake-" then he's scooping her up to put her back on his shoulder and throwing himself into the seat she previously occupied like it personally offended him.