The answer comes quickly to Maine, and he's equally quick to share it: "Apartments."

But maybe exhaustion has taken its toll, or maybe listening to Wash reveal so much has loosened something in Maine's tongue. Whatever the case, he finds himself wanting to explain.

So he does, succinctly.

"Small area to patrol."

Because this is going to be one of those nights that Maine wakes frequently, needing to check and secure the perimeter. He can already tell that. And the thought of trying to do that here, in a huge house he doesn't know, full of strangers, is a recipe for disaster.