[Clementine can't help but be a little amused by the way the robot words things. "Rust infections" indeed. Whatever works, right? It's troubling to watch even someone his size have a hard time handling the force of these winds. Then again, it might be his height that's responsible.

She casts a glance back at her rickety home with a little uncertainty.] It's not very big. [If he'd asked a week ago it would have been even worse off. The garage had been filled with garbage, mostly scrap. Very little of that scrap had even been usable. She'd like to have a vehicle in the future if they let her drive something here at her age. She knows how.] If you stand up in it you'll bust into the second floor and I'll be pissed off.

[Not that she'd be much of a threat to him, but still.]

You can take a look at it, but I don't know how well you'll fit.