Effy doesn't hesitate before rounding the side of the hut, coming down from where she stands on tiptoe and looking for a door, because while it's interesting to see these faint remnants of a life long past, more than that Effy wants to feel it all, to stand in the middle and absorb whatever there is left of the people who lived here once. People who seem to leave more than anyone does on the first island, belongings all too quickly gathered away and redistributed among the people.

"Let's see if they're pissed when I step in here," Effy says with a slight lilt in her voice, hand splaying over dry wood and pushing all the way through, the scent of stale air catching under her nose.