Pookie had been keeping a close eye on Vanderly. He grinned approvingly as he absently pawed at himself. His tongue lazily roamed over his maw. "Seems the rigging is intact...should moya Koroleva like to restrain me." he rumbled softly.<br/><br/>There was a rather large, sturdy and intensive suspension rig raised nearly to the ceiling. No doubt when people had tried to clear out the room they paid little mind to the rigging that was in place of a chandelier.