It was a small trailer, he thought; there was plenty of spare room in the back for extra boxes and other shit, had he chosen to fill it, but hell, he hadn't been willing to ditch his couch. And his car couldn't hold all the boxes. So when the other girl showed up in the door way as they were heading back, eyes wide, he looked back to make sure she was actually talking to him, and not to some other trailer-hauler. But no, they were alone out here. Well. Sort of.
"It's just boxes and a couch. And a chair." And ... a few other small items of indeterminate origin, but mostly boxes. Chris hefted the one he was holding in his arms and squinted at the other girl. "Movies, yeah. Huge fuckin' collection. Nobody's got more than I do in this building, or ever will. Guaran-fucking-teed." And then Riley said something about a new TV and his attention switched right back to her. "Oh yeah? Brand new? Flatscreen? HD? How big is it?"