The skeleton tolerates scrutiny, though after a moment it also folds its arms, apart from each other and its ribs as if those are padded with invisible flesh. It seems very alive, shifting in place slightly, its ribcage flexing as if it breathes, though no air stirs. Several bones are broken or partial - its left hip particularly is just fragments suspended in place - but this doesn't seem to impede it.

"Con-what? I only touched it and it woke up." Frowning, Daine adjusts her borrowed coat. Should she demonstrate? She has a sense that whatever's been happening when she touches them probably shouldn't, but it's not painful or upsetting. Until this last one, they've stopped moving and gone inert when she's told them to, but even if this dead two-legger isn't as obedient she feels safer with it than she does with this tall living one.

She glances around. There are other bones showing here and there. This scapula at around her eye height seems likely. As she approaches and starts to reach for it, the skeleton pads after her and catches her wrist gently. Daine pulls free, instantly contrary. "Don't you be like that. What's it matter to you? Are you jealous?" she demands. The skeleton does not have any form of answer to that, but it stays close.