[He frowns and taps his chin, looking around the inside of the shack, then looking around the rest of the islet. All the rest of the buildings are in about the same state of disrepair, and everything else is silent. If they were going to be ambushed, it probably would have happened already. He goes over to the next one, just to be sure, but it's also completely empty, with no sign that anyone was ever there.]

Think yer righ'.

[He considers all this for a moment.]

So...we got shelters. More'n jus' th' temple. Places need some shorin' up, but 's walls an' roofs. Migh' be we could live 'ere.