That description gets a snort of laughter out of Maine. He glances at Wash and arches an eyebrow — "you don't say?" — before he begins stripping off his outer layers.

"Hovel," he grunts. Considering the technology (or lack thereof) that they're working with, however? "Best option."

It could be worse. Could be a place without a fireplace. Speaking of which...

As soon as Maine has a little more freedom of movement, he kneels down and starts building a fire. He may not know how the furnace works, but he can manage this part just fine.