Hm. Well, might as well pick up where we left off.
Search around for lovely she-vultures to charm and entice with my scavenging prowess. I am far more charming when awake, I assure you.
I'm not sure if I should take that assurance.
You flap around, completely ignoring the events transpiring below in favor of chasing tail. Literally in your case. However, this area seems devoid of buxom vultures in lingerie.
Odd, I know, but that's just how it is.
Clear the rubble around the thing, try to dig it out, if it isn't overwhelmingly massive.
Around the ENTIRE thing? Yeah, a few minutes of that shows it to be indeed, overwhelmingly massive for a human sized being.
"Hmm. Hmmm hm hmm, hmmmm."
Think about magical music.
http://wheelof.com/stars/"Uh. Okay?"
Go to the front and help, then. No sudden movements. If it moves at all, bolt.
You head around to the front and do your best to struggle up to where Captain Burn Scars is. [3]
You get...oh, 25% of the way up. Not bad, considering this body is clearly designed for grazing across wide open valleys and not for climbing slippery, steep slopes of ruined concrete and glass.
"Hmm. Interesting. Put me down on the platform again, please. What's that glowing object the others are trying to get?"
Shiny senses activate
The warbeast sets you back down.
"I don't know. They didn't tell me anything about it. How do you know about it?"
You know what, the bird guy has the right idea. Get some sleep.
You look at all the silly crap going on, shrug and head inside. You curl up in one of the beds and start sleeping. You intend to do this until something makes sense again.
You may be here a while.