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Matrix was always quick to notice anything that was out of place, especially in spaces she generally regarded as her own. This greenhouse was hers, period. She would probably fight (and win) if challenged for the shiny, soon-to-be-productive structure, but nobody in their right mind would challenge her for a huge hunk of glass that was probably useless to them. She intended to share, anyway--but even so, she would regard herself as a landlord that charged no rent. So long as nobody became destructive, there would be no problems.
She was admittedly intrigued when a small puppy wandered in behind her and then past her into her shed, and she simply stared long and hard for a few pregnant moments. The only point in this was to make sure the other knew that Matrix a) knew she was there, and b) would be keeping an eye on her. The area wasn't exactly childproof, and things were about to get even worse. Still, the black coyote obviously belonged to Inferni, and as such, she was welcome.
Either way, she wasn't about to have her plans for the day offset by her young visitor. First on the agenda: light. Pulling out her lighter, she quickly and easily lit a small series of strategically placed candles. Now a flickering orange light illuminated the windowless wooden shed, and she made her way over to the furnace. As she opened the metal door on its side it protested loudly with a high-pitched creak, which caused her ears to pin back to her head. Frowning, her gaze turned to a shelf that held an assortment of tools and other things she had found that might be useful. Picking up a small squirt bottle, she made her way back to the furnace and placed a few drops of the oily lubricant on the hinges, then swung the door back and forth several times--no more sounds. Excellent. Taking a quick glance at the puppy to see where she was and what she was up to, Matrix now permitted herself to make several trips outside, where she had already accumulated a large number of logs from fallen trees. She brought several inside, as well as plenty of dried plant matter from the greenhouse (stored outside in old plastic garbage cans) and some smaller sticks. Within minutes, a fire was growing in the furnace.
