not-oom, for trudy

He's not been up to his room yet since he got back to the bar, but he's glad to see that it's still in the same condition as he left it once they step inside. Carl leans the rifle against the wall near the door and locks it behind Trudy once she's inside.

"It's almost frightening how much the prospect of sleeping in a true bed tonight excites me," he says, glancing towards the bedroom. He sets the backpack down near the closet, and then looks over at Trudy.

"But I'm not going in it until I get a shower."

It's an open invitation to join him if she wants, but he won't mind either way - his goal is to get the layers of dirt off of his skin - even a shave at this point would be a bonus.