[He gives her a second take at the declaration, turning his head to glance at the truck behind him before looking back at Noriko with a smirk.]

I probably could, but the back seat isn't big enough to make a bed for me.

[It'd be a better fit for her, but he'd rather sleep on a bed of needles than make her to sleep in the cabin. He heads into the trailer to poke around in the cabinets and fridge to assess how much space she left for him to work with.

He's not planning to bring much, but knowing how much space he has will help him figure out how much he can.]

What'd you do with the stuff you're not bringing?