"Like the place has been sanitized," he noted darkly, though that he'd gotten an amused sound at all out of her was in his favor. Mathis didn't leave them a lot to be happy or pleased about. The food was the only thing that made it survivable on a base most level. Honestly, Raylan was surprised that some people were taking it as well as they were but that was in his favor too. Tough people tended to get things done and they were all looking for answers.

"It's some kinda bullshit, that's for sure," he replied with a bob of his head as he swung his flashlight over to what he estimated to be an older house, weathered and fractionally sagging in parts and slowed to a stop. "Somethin' else I'm lookin' for, bats, guns and liquor aside, is what older houses tend to have. Compartments. Floorboards that creak or hollow bits in the walls, closets..."

He looked over at her. "You got any particular preference on which house we hit?"