[He doesn't mind having a cat using him as a perch. She's light and her fur tickles his neck a little but it doesn't matter much. Occasionally a hand comes up to pet her but his attention's mostly fixated on the structure of the outpost. He moves quietly, peering into spaces and fingers running over walls and wood. He's careful not to jostle Trout on his ascension of the stairs and not to step on Grell either by moving too fast, eyeing the beds on their way up to the deck. When Grell stops he doesn't even bother looking down. He's looking out and it's clear that he's more than comfortable being so high up.

Truthfully, he's missed flying more than he's ever said. Being up here in the trees is refreshing. He looks at her though and continues rubbing Trout's ears, not at all missing the signs of destruction but unsure of how to approach the subject.]

It's okay. The introductions can wait for when they're not busy. [She's right though. There are questions.] It's bigger than it looks from the ground…but what happened to it? [Recently. May as well be blunt.]