[ He might not know all about the minutiae that makes up dust other than the very basics, but there is still a quirk of his lips to hint at an impressed smile. Turning to face her, he keeps quiet. He knows a rhetorical question when he hears one, and instead lets her say her piece with a self-assuredness that leads him to believe she knows what she's talking about. Or, she's at least able to carry herself in such a manner to make it appear like she does. Either way. ]

Mm, you're probably right. It wouldn't come as a surprise to find out that this place has never actually seen any inhabitants. Built for a purpose, then left unused.

[ A rectangular shape juts out slightly on the side of the counter, and he gives it a light pull in case it opens up a cupboard — no such luck. ]

There must be something else around here. You find anything?