It took him a few hours and about three more cigarettes for him to finish searching everything, though he at least was able to spend some of that time searching for what few supplies there were still available. This place, at least, was nowhere near as looted as the other towns they'd been in. But it was also exceedingly small and poorly stocked, and also covered in the dead, so he didn't take as long to be as thorough as he might have otherwise.

Still, when he came back later, with child sun beginning to set over the horizon, he had a paper bag tucked under his arm and a grim look on his face. At least he'd also found a couple cigars to replace the ones he'd used in the immediate aftermath of the earthquakes.

"Nothin'. Come on. Let's get out of here. We'll set up camp somewhere down the road. Just not here."

His temper had settled somewhat as he'd searched, so he looked down at the kid thoughtfully, and then reached into the bag and pulled out a small, wrapped chocolate bar. Not very large, (he had those deeper in the bag) so it wasn't going to make him completely ill, but he knew Vash had a sweet tooth the size of that crater he'd put in the Fifth Moon. Hopefully that helped ease his mood a bit.

"Here y'go. Eat it slow, otherwise you'll probably lose everything you've already eaten. Though maybe gettin' rid of the worms'd be an improvement."