"Probably not," Karen allows with another soft, barely-there laugh. "I um, I kind of inherited mine, so."

The awkwardness begins to press in again, and Karen clears her throat as she casts for what to say next. The small talk will only cut it for so long, but how in the hell does she even start?

"Are you... You've got everything you need?" She knows Matt is perfectly competent, but she knows too that this place doesn't play by the rules. "Sometimes people take things from houses that don't have anybody in them, then somebody moves in and realizes they don't have any towels."