[ Her eyes roll, and the question is deferred - for now. She'd mentioned Epsilon's name earlier, but THAT conversation is one that can wait until morning. She pats his hand in a conciliatory manner.

Planning, in his underwear? It's a hard life being 'Humphrey' apparently. The credits she gave him are real, at least, and those she'd lined up originally for the second objective were real too. Another story for another time, not that Epsilon couldn't fabricate or relocate some if given enough time and access to appropriate bank portals. Fortunately, theft of that nature hasn't been required.

She lets him lean into her, a brow lifting as he corrects her, trying not to be distracted by closeness and warmth, taking his suggestion at all the face value it deserves. ]

Plenty of room, huh. Well, if you're going to insist, I guess we can make it work.

[ They were - had been - are - were soldiers. Sharing a bed was a simple enough activity, and given how she sways on her feet as she finally pushes herself up out of her chair, Carolina doubts she has any energy for any activity except sleep.

(Pity.) ]

Very well then, lead the way.