"I know," Seifer acknowledges. "Pretty clear it would be. Tell him he's done a shit job of keeping it in shape."

Still, the news that Squall isn't here has this look of confusion flickering over his face. Like he can't understand it. Which is true, he can't. This wasn't how he imagined all of this going. He had tortured Squall, no two ways about it. He'd tried to kill them multiple times. So why be willing to talk? Why lug provisions in?

It takes a few solid minutes to consider his decision. At last he sighs and circles around the cabin.

"Door's over here. Just don't expect me to start a fire when I don't anticipate we're staying here long."

Another way of saying 'I don't believe you.'