[Temeraire turns so he can see this new dragon better, staying a safe distance away. She isn't any breed he recognizes from England, so it's entirely possible that she might be from one of Napoleon's countries even if she isn't in harness. He huffs, indignant.]

There is no call to be rude. How else am I supposed to find her if she is inside and cannot see me? I am not sure what you are talking about links for.

[He does have the grace to look a little sheepish, then.] Perhaps I was slightly louder than I meant to be. But I am not a fool or a hatchling.