[A doctor, huh? That really is a comfort. Armin passed his first aid lectures with flying colours --though, of course, much like the majority of things he was actually good at, those lectures had contributed very little to his overall abysmal scores-- but he has no illusions about being a good physician. He knows how to bandage up a wound, create a splint if necessary and how to apply a tourniquet to a torn off limb, but beyond that, his medical knowledge is a well that quickly runs dry.
When the first cabins at the edge of town start coming into view against the darkening sky, Armin drops all pretence of conversation and instead redoubles his efforts to get there. At this point, he really isn't picky about what sort of dwelling they end up in, as long as it got four walls and a roof to shield them from the snow and wind. Anything beyond that is bonus.
When they finally make it to the nearest cabin, Armin carefully ducks out from under her hand to force open the door. It takes him three attempts and a few good shoves of his shoulders --and he tries not to dwell on the thought that anyone else from the 104th probably could've gotten it open in one go-- before the door scrapes open, leaving a long clear trail on the dust that lies on the cabin floor. The place smells disused, dusty, and there are no immediate signs of life.]
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[A doctor, huh? That really is a comfort. Armin passed his first aid lectures with flying colours --though, of course, much like the majority of things he was actually good at, those lectures had contributed very little to his overall abysmal scores-- but he has no illusions about being a good physician. He knows how to bandage up a wound, create a splint if necessary and how to apply a tourniquet to a torn off limb, but beyond that, his medical knowledge is a well that quickly runs dry.
When the first cabins at the edge of town start coming into view against the darkening sky, Armin drops all pretence of conversation and instead redoubles his efforts to get there. At this point, he really isn't picky about what sort of dwelling they end up in, as long as it got four walls and a roof to shield them from the snow and wind. Anything beyond that is bonus.
When they finally make it to the nearest cabin, Armin carefully ducks out from under her hand to force open the door. It takes him three attempts and a few good shoves of his shoulders --and he tries not to dwell on the thought that anyone else from the 104th probably could've gotten it open in one go-- before the door scrapes open, leaving a long clear trail on the dust that lies on the cabin floor. The place smells disused, dusty, and there are no immediate signs of life.]
I think... it's probably abandoned.