Slick? The hell? What's with this guy, he thinks, a little confused by the new nickname he received from the strange man. Carl looks over the river, examining him, he takes out his bow and arrow from his back, and proceeds to go in a ready position, but he halts and puts it to the side of his right leg. "I came to get a drink obviously, the hell were you doing back there?" Carl thinks about his question, then the possibilities, "Y'know what, don't answer that, what do you want?"