[At first, Kazooie doesn't quite notice - mostly because she's so absorbed in the effort required to pry a bag open with her beak while pushing stuff into it - but after a few seconds, Syre's presence becomes readily apparent with the appearance of a tanned hand.]
... I can do this myself, y'know. [There's a twinge of almost-hurt in her voice, like she's upset that people don't think she can take care of herself anymore with her maimed wings.]
[action]
Hey, whaddya think you're - [And that's when Kazooie realizes she's helping.]
... I can do this myself, y'know. [There's a twinge of almost-hurt in her voice, like she's upset that people don't think she can take care of herself anymore with her maimed wings.]