It does not seem much, but Reira comes in and looks at it with what can only be read as clear interest. It is with wide eyes that she looks around-taking in every detail she can, her bare feet tapping along the ground. A table...a fire-pit...she pauses to blink at the skins, wondering how long those will last if 'organic things' rot away, but after a while....

Her daemon, invisible, but still there, brushes against her. "....It seems sort of like... ...what my home was," she says after a moment. A dusty, ruined room, with nothing but rubble at all ends. There are obvious-and numerous differences, but the association is there. "...I didn't have a place for fire though. ...It's a little cleaner here, I think, too." Only a little though, and only in here, really. Out there it's definitely more than bad. "...we can really stay here right now?"