Typical human, claiming a place for itself when it hadn't been in the territory for any longer than him. Charlie shrugs at the question, grimacing.

"The doors are tiny, the ceilings are too low, I have to crawl to get to the taps and the bathrooms..." He sighs dolefully "But all the houses are like that. I went into ten others before this one, hoping for something better this, but they're all the same. I came in here and gave up. At least I can stand in this room."

It's a small comfort, a very small comfort.