Mellyn slips up into the attic and looks around, her elvish eyes penetrating the darkness, aided by the dim light. she moves forwards, then pauses as Vestas speaks, eyeing the floor thoughtfully. She then glances down the hatch with a grin.
"It looks like a bunch of junk. But I'll check a few boxes and stuff. But we might be able to see down into the top floor through the cracks if that would be useful... and so might anyone watching us, of course"
Keeping a close eye for tracks she cautiously investigates a bit of the probable junk.