Depending on anyone other than himself had thus far been unfruitful for Jefferson. Seeing as Emma and he had a common interest, this time he believed it wasn't a bad investment, one that he was willing to risk dealing with undead shop keepers for. He'd endured worse in life and would continue to do that and more if it meant getting back to Grace.
"Up the road a ways." Nodding ahead towards the long road that extended past the square. It was quite a ways away but the dark structures of the households could be seen. "They had better. We didn't come here by our fancy for a nice little vacation." Besides, what the hell else could they possibly pay with for living? They could find an empty place and just take it. The houses were clearly there for a reason.
"With all these people coming in and a convenient amount of space to put them I'm sure no one will miss it for a week." If any other residents wanted to fight them for a space Jefferson would let Emma handle that. With either her gun or her fists.