"Nice quiet street to get their killings on?" They'd find out for sure later when clerks had managed to dig up the property records for the address - or at least, the Aurors would find out later, though he was fairly sure the answer would manage to drift down via water cooler gossip and the like. Right now he wasn't sure he even particularly cared. The stench of the place was more immediate, and as he picked his way through the rubble it only seemed to worsen, the smell of things that shouldn't be burned and human flesh. Always a charming scent.
It took more time than it should to go any distance in this sort of terrain, but they managed to make their way through the house until he spotted an apparently female figure on the floor. Passed out from smoke inhalation? He gestured Aubrey forward, keeping an ear out for structural movement as he knelt down next to her - it'd hardly do for them to be horribly crushed and mangled now after all. From down here he could see that she was sheltering a small child too. The journos would eat that shit up. "Got a pulse. Come on, let's get them out of here. If we're lucky there'll be a few vultures with flashy cameras waiting."