Awww, he liiiiiikes her. He's so pleased. He will be her talking pigeon friend and she will probably freak out and hide and then he'll be sad! But maybe not.
Not Rhea. She does not even know that talking pigeon friends are a possibility.
She watches TV with her parents for half an hour after pizza, and then she plays video games until her desk lamp burns out, and then she changes the lightbulb and goes to hammock.
Trouble leaves another note on Bella's couch, assuring her that he has survived another day, and then he goes to sleep on Rhea's roof and checks once or twice in the night to make sure she is still in hammock.
Wait, no she isn't. She comes back while he is at the window, though, barefoot and in her pajamas, looking groggy. Got up to pee, maybe?
Very likely that she got up to pee. Comparatively unlikely that she is just coming back from a trip to a Yeerk pool.
And in the morning she staffs the paintball place for the morning, and then gets curry for lunch and only eats half her naan, and brings it to her pigeon friends.
"Hi, featherdusters," she says. "Indian food today! Are there pigeons in India? Maybe there's a different kind or something."
"Man, you guys are like, flying, warmblooded goldfish, you do not even slightly remember that I grabbed one of you the other day."
Rhea sits up, looking around in confusion, although to her credit she does not kick any of the birds.
"Okay, for some reason it's stranger to talk to a pigeon who talks back. How do you be a talking pigeon?"
He flutters up onto the bench and coos again.
<Short version? I'm a guy who can turn into animals and I'm hanging out as a pigeon a lot because I'm in hiding.>