Kira slow blinks his agreement: he did not need the complete run-down at the moment, but whatever makes Mark feel better. Yanking out a few more plants from the disturbed soil, he fills the parka's pockets.

"Pull as much of it in as you can, then." He nods at the end hanging closest to Mark, and hauls himself up into the garden to reach the branching sections of the trunk. At some point, this place was strong enough to hold people. At some point, the setup was nice enough to let them drag dirt up here, raise and lower boats. It's impressive, and old--and there's no sign of anyone left to say it did them any good at all.

Careful of his over-sized shoes, he goes with both hands and feet up the bent section of the trunk, getting as close to where the vine breaks through the roof; once Mark's got it pulled taut, he breaks more of the rust off the trowel, getting it cut down. "Definitely sturdier than rope," he comments, all the more careful backing down.