Elias nodded in agreement. "Food, water and shelter is great so long as it's good enough to keep us alive," he said simply. "Who cares if it ain't tasty or comfortable? Better than being dead, and that's what matters." He shrugged a bit. "It's not like you'd be able to find anything like that in any normal building. Not any one they haven't sacked anyways..."<br/><br/>--<br/><br/>Raul moved carefully into the building, clearing each of the lower floor's rooms before he approached the stair case.<span style="font-style: italic">Nothing here, must be upstairs,</span>he thought to himself. That made plenty of sense - it'd be more likely that the mirror would have been dropped from higher up rather than the first floor. He shouldered shotgun, aiming down the ironsights as he snuck up the stairs slowly. It wasn't very long before he noticed someone else on the stairs, someone else with a gun pointed at him as he had pointed his at them. Raul had been a hair's breadth away from pulling the trigger before he realized the other person wasn't a Maneater but another soldier.<br/><br/>"Jesus, you scared the hell out of me," he said with a sigh as he lowered the Billhook. "Hiding out in here?"