Grinning, she does follow and nods her thanks to the held-open door. Carol's first thought on entering the house is how she used to drop her purse in the entryway before everything went to hell, but now she'd just as soon keep it next to her. Too much thinking about before and after for one day, really.

She compromises by unshouldering her pack and digging inside. "I baked some cookies today during kitchen duty. Want one?"