Presuming one was looking for a residence in Marrowood, it was apparently not in one's best interests to be picky. Mercy had gone ahead the day before and snooped around a couple of the apartment buildings, sniffing to see what the places were going to be like. (She wasn't exactly going to tell Santana this, because that was a one-way ticket to places Mercy definitely didn't want to go in general and specifically didn't want to go with Santana in tow.)
Point was, there was a lot of bad, no great, and not too many doable.
"House," Mercy said, crossing her arms over her chest. "We're going to find a house." She swung her head to the side to look at Santana, frowning. "I don't trust the apartments. They're like the hotel on a smaller scale and it skeeves me out. So we're going to find a house."
She pointed down a path, toward a residential area. "I think that way ought to lead us... somewhere."