In truth, Demona had been half-joking about joining Eddie while he changed his clothes. She knew that she would just get in the way, and with his clothes being as soaked as they were, he would likely need a little more room than normal to manouver around in the van. However, it wouldn't be the first time she watched him change, just as he had watched her change many times before, and part of her wondered if the slight amount of normalcy about the act would keep things from getting too serious again. As he poked his head in the front, though, a small smile tugged at her lips, her headache keeping her from moving quick enough to kiss his cheek.

"We did." Answering his not-question about having more room in the back, Demona began to pick at her nails, eyes adjusting to the small amount of light in the front of the van. "Austin helped me change the carpet out for a few tapes and a love letter to this chick he was trying to screw. We also didn't have a beanbag in the back, let alone suitcases."

Pulling her eyes up from her hands, the blonde glanced in the rearview mirror in an attempt to glance at her fiance moving around in the back. The only reason she wasn't trying to join him was due to her headache. It was starting to ease now that the cut wasn't bleeding anymore, but she didn't want to risk moving too quickly and jerking her head around too fast. Sure, she didn't think she had a concussion, but she didn't exactly want to slip on the wet carpet from his clothes or trip over the center console while trying to get back to him. She knew he would tell her when he was changed, anyways (as if she wasn't watching him get dressed), and she could just ask him for help getting back to him.

"Besides, your van is bigger, remember?"