Hawthorne looks a little put out by the no weapons rule, but it doesn't stop him from considering their objective. He satisfies his need for offensive tools by picking up one of Cedar's fallen rubber bands and wrapping it around his fingers into a ready-to-shoot gun, chewing the inside of his mouth, pondering. What place would no one else search? After a few seconds and a lot of very thoughtful expressions, he suggests, "The old stable remains by the Astronomy Silo?"