[ Oh, she's going to town on it.... Konstantin watches, laughing again, but softly, quietly, as though not wanting to risk startling her. She doesn't seem afraid of them — probably she's too young to even know to fear them — but he's cautious all the same. ]

There probably are some things left here, for livestock. And there's that barn. [ Maybe there are some supplies out there? He can't see many Interlopers having a need for such things, so those items have probably been left untouched from after their original owners passed away in the strange mass event that devastated this town.

He leans to gently stoke a hand against her side, still awed about it. ]

She is soft... like a little kitten. She really is adorable.