"No, I don't." Why would he? There's nothing here, apparently, beyond dilapidated buildings and too much Norns-forsaken sex-crazed pollen. Well. There might be a city, in the distance, but how many days of stop-start fucking-fighting would it even take to reach it?

The barn has windows, but no screens. No air filtration system of any kind, that he can spot from here anyway. They'll be in slightly increased comfort, he figures, and hopefully, there is running water. Food, perhaps? Not that he's noticed a need to eat. (Worrisome, that. what if they aren't alive?) A bed, even, he would possibly settle for that.

"Do you need me to get the door?" He could break it for her, if necessary.