[Carl's been quite the opposite since he was a kid. It used to take him time to talk someone he just met for how reserved and shy he was, and even though he learned to come out of that a little with his time with his group and especially in Alexendria, he remained the same with how he ultimately needed to get to know or trust someone to talk with them a little. And as it were, Angela being as talkative as she was was helping. Maybe even overloading him a little as he hesitates to find the words to reply to all that.]

Um, like what what other things did you do? [Since she said she did a lot of things and he doesn't know what else to ask. Somewhere in there he's sure she also asked his name so after another freeze frame moment to process what she said or asked, etc, he tells her.] Oh, uh, Carl. My name is Carl.

[Did he already think she talks a lot? He still can't bring himself to take a cookie yet, but they are starting to look promising in not just the way he picks up the smell from the tip of his nose, but as also something to give him an excuse to hold off on all these things she is saying to him. Just process them.

But yeah, he was also skeptical of the Santa. (As a kid, he knew Santa wasn't real, but he went along with it because it made his parents happy more than anything. Now it did nothing of the sort and just seemed weird. Sorry.)

Carl eyes her 7' tall friend for a moment quietly.]

Der Woc-nat-what? Uh, never mind. [Whatever she said was difficult to say.] What's your friend's real name?