[ Steve wonders if they would actually be any good at census taking. The Doctor is an amicable sort of person, there's no arguing that, but chances are that he would get distracted by something halfway through. Steve, on the other hand, tends to need a bit more excitement in his life.

Still, if nothing else he makes a mental note that this part of the city has received little care when it comes to cleaning up the debris and that it might be a good idea to let the authorities know that more work has to be done here.

One task at a time. The Doctor has found a potential place for them to ask around, and Steve follows after him, at first not all that bothered to just let the more exuberant of them take point.

But, well, they both see how that turns out. When the Doctor turns back toward him, Steve manages to hold back on a sigh. ]

You may have come on a little strong.

[ Still, there are other homes still standing in the area, and so Steve decides all they can do is move onto the next one. He doesn't want to bother people more than is necessary, and whoever answered the Doctor clearly hadn't been interested in talking about much of anything.

With this next house, Steve steps up to the door first and knocks, then waits patiently until a middle-aged woman opens it. She glances between the two of them, wary, but also peers back at Steve with a hint of recognition. ]

Hello, miss. [ His expression and tone are somber, yet polite. ] I'm sorry to bother you, it's just... we're looking for whoever used to live at this address.

[ With that, he pulls a scrap of paper from his pocket and hands it over to her. ]

It's just around the corner from here, three houses down from what I could tell. [ It's hard to gather where one lots ends and another begins with all the rubble, but he'd done his best. ]