Sofia heard the definitely-not-human screeching. She wasn't far from it, after all.

And there goes my pastrami sandwich, she bemoaned as she took off into the air, the evening breeze rushing past her. Sofia wasn't much of a fan of flying under her own power, but moments like this, well, it was a necessity. It wasn't as though she knew where the sound was coming from. Even Sofia couldn't teleport to the unknown.

There it was though. Claws. Wings. Head of a woman.

A harpy.

A harpy in New York City.

FML.