[The bathroom sure is a, uh, lovely place to have this conversation. He wrinkles his nose when he notices the lack of a shower, squinting as the light bulb flickers, and tries not to think of how gosh danged tiny the stall is. Don't mind him as he leans against the door once she's locked it.]

Kind of wondering that myself. [He's trying to play it cool, but... he still sounds tense. For obvious reasons.] I really didn't sign up for a road trip before Manhattan?

[A beat

and he pulls at his scrunchie, letting it snap against his wrist.]

Or, y'know, someone swapping out my clothes for bible camp chic.