This one already doesn't look too promising, though Taako's camped out in some weird enough places that he didn't write it off right away. They're all pretty boring, so unless something's tremendously wrong, might as well make the decision based on color or what trees are nearby (or where and how he could stow any more of his family who showed up here, but he doesn't have to admit that part to himself). Had he gotten as far as the porch he'd have turned around and tried the next one, but finding a fellow prisoner is a little more interesting than finding nothing.

"This one's not taken, is it?" he asks languidly, not as though he'd be embarrassed to find it was. It didn't feel like an inhabited building, and people can put up some signs or some shit if they want to be possessive of buildings with dust all over the place. He leans on the dining room table with one hand and regards Jude with mild interest. His eyes do flick to the pipe, but only for a second. That's... not a bad idea, honestly. He's been using a branch to practice, but there's probably something more solid, even if there don't seem to be any swords available.