She doesn't counter Frank's statement with other points of contention: that his statement also requires those weapons to always, always be in reach, which can't be good for maintenance. That as a group, they are scattered as it is.

But he's a proud, rough man, and he's conceding, and so Kate just breathes out and moves on. Like building a house of cards.

"We have plenty of space in the inn, still," is what the woman actually says. "First room on the second floor? Just after the landing? So it's off the ground floor, but still easy to get to."

She doesn't know how badly flooding can get here, but better safe than sorry.

"And, I agree. Group, not trade. We're too desperate right now. The only reason I'm just organisin' a midday meal right now is because we don't exactly have the resources for more than that. Not consistently.

Smokehouse, there's a house, one of the ones Miss Jo took the curtains from. We could dismantle it, or turn it into one of these. Might save us some effort?"

She's not sure, so she turns the statement into a question.