[It wasn't until they were well within the shell of the building that he paused, nudging a bit of debris aside with his foot as he bent to pick up something from the floor. The trinket in hand seemed to shimmer brightly in the dark of the room, unscathed by the ash and soot that otherwise coated to walls and floor. Nearby the remains of technical equipment seemingly melted.]
Does your kind always mess with items beyond their understanding? Or is it just the stupidly privileged few?