Unaware of the possibility he inadvertently put in his friend's head, Maine nods. Wonders if the "where" and "how" are going to dig at Wash. Those questions are less important to Maine than they perhaps should be. He's focused primarily on surviving in this new, potentially hostile environment. Figuring out how it happened is something to deal with later.

Maybe it's a reflection of how action-oriented Maine is. Or maybe it's a consequence of his relationship to things like slipspace: he has no idea how it works, but it does, and that's enough.

Seeking to take Wash's mind off of what Maine considers pointless questions, he speaks up.

"Found house. Good location."

The place isn't fortified (yet), but it's defensible. And it has more room than Maine knows what to do with. Might be more room than Wash knows what to do with, too. A consequence of living in shared spaces and on spaceships for so long.

That said, Maine tilts his head toward the door in question. Does Wash want to go settle in?

(And maybe Maine should ask if Wash wants to stay with him, first. But, given his friend's rough state and the unknown environment, Maine's more likely to pick Wash up and carry him there than let his teammate slip away.)