'Hey buddy!' earns an arched eyebrow, and a sidelong glance to Carolina when she strides back the way she came, heading into the lounge area to let the boys discuss business. It's an almost amused, if resigned look that follows when he turns back to York. He knows your type, and also knows how much trouble attempting to chase that tail isn't going to work.

Sitting herself down onto the couch with a sigh, Carolina ignores the conversation that will no doubt start soon - it's not going to be her business anymore, come morning - and instead checks on any updates on her phone. There's a security guard outside and one in the foyer; she'll at least be able to get a nap in.