[It's good she doesn't. That would have only made him less willing sit there and talk to her. But her apology sets his emotions back and he looks at her to judge if she means it, coming to the quick conclusion by her actions that she does. So he'll give her the benefit of the doubt for now.]

You are? [He asks, mildly curious. Of course, he can only think of the history he has with Doctors. They were always nice people he liked given they saved his life, but they were killed by two of the worst men he ever knew the names of and Carl sort of missed them (the Doctors). He half wondered if she was like them in anyway, but wasn't putting too much stock into that yet.]

Um, sorry, but I don't remember you... or your dog. [He says, mildly. Though, his time on board for the first little while combined with the last few works with worrying on survival it may as while have been a blur. Carl was still reeling down from his "just continue forward" mode. But when she shakes the bag of goodies again and demonstrates their edibility, he eyed them as well as her thoughtfully. Maybe he could take one but he wasn't sure just yet.]

Yeah. And I don't know if I really want to be bothered by Santa. I know he is just some guy dressed up in a Santa suit. [And it's weird now. They should be focused on the perimeter rather than partying, he thinks. Carl clearly is a boy who doesn't know how to relax so much anymore.]