O'Brien hardly noticed the bloody handprints or the blood on the walls these days. There was a time when he would have definitely been concerned and already working on trying to solve whose handprints they were, but he just walked right past them as if they were the norm. In the zombie apocalypse, they kinda were.
"It works for me," He nodded toward the couch, "but I'm claiming the dusty sofa." O'Brien offered Rory a small smile and eventually turned to go over to the windows, once Rory headed into the kitchen. He busied himself with closing the curtains, "I don't know. This should do the trick. But it might help if you have a stapler, maybe? Or some nails and a hammer? Double-sided tape even." He gave a look back over his shoulder toward her, "so no light gets out."
He carefully shrugged off his backpack, and brought it over to set down on her dining room table to unzip it."I brought a small lantern, just in case we needed it, too. And the crackers I promised you."