It's cold out here, and most any conversation is better suited to the three of them seated inside with their chairs scuffed up beside the crackling fireplace. But this isn't most any conversation, and if being on that mountaintop taught them anything, it's that the three of them aren't exactly normal people. If someone were to walk up, to interrupt them, even meaning well... Karen doesn't think she could stand it.

"Sure," she assents, eyes skipping over Bobo's bandages as she tugs her coat closer and sinks into one of the rickety chairs kept on the porch. Her gaze slides to Eddie, eyebrows lifting. Even now, it's hard to know if he's acting 'weird' by his normal standard — The man is host to an alien parasite, he left the conventional standard of weird behind awhile back.