Nappa's abode, such as it is, is a dusty old attic he's managed to claim for himself, unused and difficult without flying. A few crates tossed together into a makeshift table, with the remains of a fairly sizeable meal (it's mostly meat) and a few chairs of different makes haphazardly tossed together, and weirdly what looks like a sack of lettuce or something next to a crate and that's all she wrote.

The big Saiyan is asleep in a cot on a loft further up, likely once used for other storage. There was a ladder, but the broken remains of it tossed in a corner show that Nappa wasn't a fan of other people being able to get up to where he sleeps. And he definitely is asleep. You can tell by the snores. A cat, a ratty-looking street tom with reddish fur, is curled up on top of a nearby crate. An eye opens lazily, then closes, unbothered.

Seems like it's an easy in and out job, whatever they feel inclined to leave for him...until the "bag of lettuce" rustles and two beady red eyes stare out at them, tiny claws gripping the bag's edge.

The Saibamen cocks its head curiously. "Gya-gya?"