I want that mattress.

Zee kept her eye upon Hari as he leaped onto and off of chairs, making sure he was safe. The man was a brave one, she'd not have the balls to throw herself onto discarded human objects so boldly. Even the weather, earthquakes, volcanoes were all somewhat predictable. Nature told them what could be dangerous and what could be safe based on sight and smell and touch. Human objects? They could all be dangerous, and you didn't know until you stepped on it what could collapse and trap you. She shuddered - the thought or the breeze she wasn't sure - and then continued her exploration. This structure wasn't as large and encompassing as the one on the forgotten isle, and it didn't have as many floors nor any maybe-humans that she could see. She leaned down to sniff the floor, wondering what it was composed of. Certainly not stone or sand or grass. "I fear we're running out of islands." She said to break the silence, peering up at the holes in the broken ceiling to check out the sky.