Steve is inspecting the contents of one of the cabinets - several of the shelves are empty, given that they held rows and rows of sedatives that have now been disposed of. He is taking stock of the band-aids and neosporin.

He glances over, and his mouth twists just a little. "I know," he admits. "I thought about occupying it long-term, but we'd need supplies." That just hadn't been feasible, and wouldn't have gotten them much, either. "I guess it's more a statement than a takeover. If they want to do all of this to us," he sweeps a hand around, as if to indicate everything that happens here, "then we're gonna make it just a little more inconvenient to do it. The Nurse doesn't seem very hands-on. They might expect the Assistants to clean up the place themselves. At the very least, it'll take them a while." And this place won't be usable during that time, either.

Yeah, he wishes there were more they could do. "All I know is, what Raylan's doing up there? Would normally bring a whole wave of people down here. I want to disrupt that. Although if you've got anything you're thinking, I'm willing to listen."