"Second." Says Kelly, from the door. "Do we have water? I mean, running water? I need a bath, or at least a wet-towel scrubbing, after three days hiding from and fighting zombies, I'm smelling like one."

Not far from truth.

Monica opens mouth to argue, but then closes it. "I guess. And if everybody left, we could look for clothes for you." She glances at Annabelle. "You too. We're both the same size or close."