Nita's on a rare quiet day, meaning she can stand to spend the morning poking about through the junk instead of heading inside to talk to Tom or Carl directly.

And then a piece of it jumps on her shoulder.

"Whoa! Uh," Nita quiets herself after a brief outburst, trying to turn her head and get a better look at what's picked her out today.

/How you doing, little buddy? What's your story?/

Given that a Senior left it out here without a label, and her own Manual (and the peridexis) aren't throwing warnings at her, Nita lets herself react with curiosity rather than skepticism or outright panic.