Pruce noticed the chair first, since she pointed it out first, but then she pointed to the picture with her finger over her lips, and it was a good thing she'd said without words to keep his voice quiet, because keeping his mouth shut wasn't happening. He was too slack-jawed with disbelief. "How is that possible?" he asked softly, softly enough that only she should be able to understand him, then shook his head. "Nevermind, you'll say downstairs. You need help with that?"