"Yes," Mako breathes, and wonders if she's ever seen this kind of bird anywhere in her life. She feels like she would remember. Birds are a rarity when one spends all their time within the winding corridors of a Shatterdome. "It is very nice," she adds politely. "It's why I find it so unusual."

She surveys the wooded area and its interlocking network of various houses suspended and perched in a meandering matrix, and hopes she won't wake too soon.

"It's been a long time," she admits, "since I've seen trees."