[Cassidy is sitting on the edge of the one of the walkways that curve around a massive tree trunk, looking out at the view of the city. He's got his tome next to him, and the little box where he keeps his cigarettes and joints.

Fries and news. This should be fun.]

I've not seen anythin' about houses. Although I did see what looked to be somebody flyin'. [He gestures out at the view.] Out by the edge of the Wilds.