"Got a few more than nine back home." He said, scratching up under the brim of his hat, along the edge of the tinfoil wrapped over his head beneath it, "Told her she's welcome up any time, says she likes it because it's quiet, she said." He nodded, looking distant for a moment, that was something he understood all too well. He shifted back to reality easily enough, smiling again, "Got a sister a bit like her back home." He said, stepping away from the construction, nodding towards a card table he'd been using as combination worktable and breakfast nook, since it was in the lee of the lean-to he'd made himself, "Have a seat, we can have ourselves a palaver."
Folding chairs were brought out from the narrow storage space beside the shanty, and Karl perched in one, drawing one knee up to his chest, just leaning against it, arms looped around it, "She's told me about you, a bit." He shrugged, "Mostly that you're here, you look after her."