[ He softens as they near the evidently empty dwelling, at last. He can only hope whomever might have lived here went and hid with others because the alternative can't bear thinking about. ]

I know you want to help. I'm sorry. We'll find something, but just — be careful.

[ She will be safer on the roof, at least, and so he carries her up there, moving through the darkened house with careful steps until they've reached the top. There's a small ledge and a chimney, so he props Caitlyn up close to it where she'll be able to lean back against the brick of the chimney. ]

To prop your arm — [ He's looking around, then back to her. ] Can you hold up the gun like this or do you need something more?