will my feet turn to roots instead?

Under her feet, a timber board seemed to bend without a creak, the click of timber on timber catching her ear and she turned her attention to the floor beneath her. Barely protected by a shaky metal overhang, she scratched at the board until it lifted, a panel of 4 boards with brittle black plastic holding them together on the back, like a tile. Her disappointment was evident as she discarded the decorative tile aside. It wasn't even real wood, and only concealed more of the flat expanse of stone that had once been called concrete underneath.

Cal's comment caught her ear and she smirked, “Have ter have a mind ter lose it,” she shot back with a cocky tilt of her head, unvoiced laughter clear in her tone. “I jus' like findin' places others might overlook,” she finally confessed. “All these buildin's an' shells o' buildin's have ter hold some secrets yet, right?” The raider's were probably too busy getting pissed to have thoroughly explored the place.

“Speech”