Reaper was never one for idle chatter, and even during his down time back at the barracks he had always preferred solitude to the company of others. So as they began to head back to the house he was genuinely relieved when she kept quiet. These woods were far from safe, and hauling around a hundred pounds of fresh bloody meat would only lure in the creatures that lived in the area. Had there not been such a food shortage he would have just left the remains behind, but too many people were relying on whatever he and the few other capable people could forage and find.
The half a klick distance was covered easily enough and without incident, so when they finally hit the clearing around the large pink house the Marine slowed his pace and finally stopped a few dozen feet away from the front door. Without warning he tossed the foliage wrapped meat onto the ground and stretched his shoulders for a moment before turning his gaze back to her. "Know it looks...pink, but the foundation is solid, it doesn't have holes in the walls or roof, and it's clean. Should be easy enough to find an empty room to crash in if you like."