I'm not, I'm from Minnesota. [ represent, yo, mall of america baby right here.] Which... I guess they'll know. It's in my dad's name. [ she's the daughter of the minnesota shrike, not the baltimore... what are they called? orioles. not really a bird of prey unless stealing nectar from hummingbird feeders counts as impaling their prey on sticks or antlers. not exactly the same m.o. her shoulders slump slightly, lifting her hand to prop her chin against it, the picture of defeated. ] So at least four people think I'm a murderer. [ her eyes flicker up. ] Maybe five.