Zach gave a noncommittal nod and inspected the counter before daring to lean his weight against it. "Though it could be argued that people are a good deal more complicated than a building." He shook his head at himself. "I clearly don't have the first idea what I'm talking about. Ignore me."
He only gave the sheets another moment's attention before sighing and dropping them on the countertop to look at the rest of the building. It was an impossible mess of books and warped (possibly rotting) shelves and loose bits of paper and index cards, and half-toppled dusty furniture. They were clearly the first two people to walk in in years.
"An invisible hand implies motivation rather than accident. Why bring us to a half-destroyed village and not even introduce themselves? They're clearly not ready for us." Zach shoved a heavy tome out of the way with the toe of his shoe and walked past, into the adjacent room as he spoke. If there had once been a door separating them, it was long gone, so his sneeze was quite easily heard from Caradoc's position. "Filing cabinets! Now we're talking! I'm going to need a shower after this."