First name basis was limited to a very set number of people, and besides that wasn't even his surname. [beat] And I'd sooner beat the shit out of him than ask for further details.

[she's quiet as he talks, eyes reopening to half-lidded, and her mouth quirks slightly he elaborates a little on his choice for participation. ("Uh, hey? C? ...y'there?") And as for Vic--]

I'm not entirely sure what planet he's on, if I'm honest. And I don't mean that in the literal sense. Although.. [Something in green eyes darkens a little, head tilting very slightly, lips parting a fraction] I don't know that that vibe isn't--

("CAROLINA!)

[she flinches back, out of startlement not rejection, head snapping around to her forgotten helmet. Epsilon. The job! She pulls away, but not far, one hand sliding along his chest, trailing his arm, only letting go when she has to step away and duck down to get her helmet. There's an apologetic half-smile for York, then on goes the helmet quickly - back to business, it would seem. "I'm here."

Or perhaps trouble, given how her back straightens a little too sharply, pose reverting to wary/alert at whatever message she's receiving.]