[ She cocked a brow and briefly frowned. ] What does luck have to do with it?

[ At that comment, Mordred glared down at one of the birds that just sort of stared back openly. It postured, too, but she was undeterred. There's no feeling in the air that these are somehow any special, magical crows, nor that anyone was watching over her, but one could never be too sure. ] Tch. Don't give in to superstitious nonsense. When they're in your way, just shout until they hear you and understand you.

If they still won't move... [ Mordred brandished her shovel like a weapon in one hand, pointing it right at another crow. It was beginning to make them nervous. ]