I guess... I wonder if it's to keep us out, though, or to keep something else in?

[Hm... Oh well, a question for another time.

Before Rufus can protest, she's quickly maneuvering her way down the tree. It takes some thought, but she's naturally quick on her feet and very nimble, dropping down low enough in the branchs so that she doesn't have to lift her voice, swinging her legs over a limb large enough to hold her weight and letting her feet dangle.]

Hey, hey! Can I ask what your name is, mister? I don't think I've seen you before this morning!