Carolina left the door open behind her for York to enter, moving across the room before she then turned to face it and him directly.
The first impression the apartment gave was that it that still needed a lot of work. It was clean, of course, but exceptionally spartan, with only a battered leather couch for guests, and two smaller arm chairs set either side. There wasn't a kitchen table, but then, there wasn't much of a kitchen to go with it, and the doors leading off to other rooms were firmly closed.
Carolina folded her arms over her chest, resisting the urge to drum her fingers against the armor on her upper arm. Without her helmet on, it was a little more difficult to hide her mood, but for the moment, her lips remained pressed into a thin line.
She didn't know everything. Some specifics would likely require Epsilon and Wash - she wouldn't tell their stories for them, save in briefest passing. But she'd say what she could. "What do you want to know?"
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The first impression the apartment gave was that it that still needed a lot of work. It was clean, of course, but exceptionally spartan, with only a battered leather couch for guests, and two smaller arm chairs set either side. There wasn't a kitchen table, but then, there wasn't much of a kitchen to go with it, and the doors leading off to other rooms were firmly closed.
Carolina folded her arms over her chest, resisting the urge to drum her fingers against the armor on her upper arm. Without her helmet on, it was a little more difficult to hide her mood, but for the moment, her lips remained pressed into a thin line.
She didn't know everything. Some specifics would likely require Epsilon and Wash - she wouldn't tell their stories for them, save in briefest passing. But she'd say what she could. "What do you want to know?"