Seifer had stepped aside as he entered the cabin and started to watch Squall evaluating the place. He can see the judgement there, can read it because he knows Squall like no one else does. Or he used to. Who knows if he does now. But it makes him bristle just a little. The place is shit for being abandoned for years, but he's done some work. The table mostly works, he made a stool out of a section of a log that he left standing there, and look, he even cleaned, resealed, and tested the fire place in the main room.

But the dismissal is a dismissal and he sighs before grabbing the bag.

"There's a well out back. Good fresh water. Haul some out. There's a big basin for cleaning in the kitchen. If I'm getting changed I'm getting a bit cleaned up too," Seifer insists.

He gestures toward a back corner with a stone oven and a big metal basin set into some more stonework. Seems like they had some things functional here.