Her hand catches his elbow, though Carolina goes still when he does, watching his movements, noting his breathing. She keeps her mouth from smirking, amusement at his reaction kept at bay, but she's not dismissive of his reasoning. If anything, it's a rare man, former soldier, who can admit to heightened awareness due to his experience rather than deny there might be anything wrong.

Her wing claw remains over his shoulder, however, as she reaches past him and closes the door to the fridge. 'Takeout' doesn't mean anything to her, but stores are something she's aware of. She withholds a sigh. "And if you had been, what would this contain?"