There is a bunch of shit lying around. I mean, it's shit that has a purpose -- supposedly -- but it's mostly stuff that Zed either: doesn't know about, doesn't care to know about, or doesn't care about. Look, she's just the resident psychic, all the artifacts are not her bag.

So, when she's looking for a space to settle down for a bit and draw with her sketchpad and charcoal pencils, she winds up pushing a bunch of aforementioned shit where it was on a chair, where it unceremoniously clatters to the floor. And then she sits on the chair, her legs draped over one of the armrest. Such classy. Very wow.