The place smells like him. Tikki scopes the place out, but keeps one eye on 
the male. She sees all kinds of junk scattered among the plastic plants and odds 
and ends of furniture: piles of newsprint and hard-copy magazines, a car tire, a 
headlight, an old keyboard-style deck, a tailor’s form, and other items even
more obscure. She stops and looks back at the male.