Very carefully Ace holds very, very still, waiting until she can't see bright sparks in her oddly spread peripheral vision.
Not hurt not hurt not hurt! She warbles back cheerily, though it's not precisely true. She's still sore from where she crashed into the ground, and Raven's out there somewhere and so's the white bitch and she wants to know what is going on...

Ace does not like being a bird. However, at least now she is deliciously dry, and she fluffs her feathers to capture as much heat as she can.