Helena shook her head. "Not yet, but we had better get a head count soon and a look at the newly arrived assets," she nodded to the papers in the detective's hands, "so that we can rig up sleeping hammocks for you all. We can weave them out of the vines but that takes time and it makes me nervous." She gazed up at the tree. "Though Cross is a big man and his held him all night last night without any problems. I think they might be much tougher that I thought." Not to mention the vine supports she'd strung under her own cloth hammock had now solidified like wicker or bamboo after three days. It was a promising property of the vines, yet another fantastic feature of this alarming tree.