"...what are you-" Oh god there's that prickle on the back of his neck that always let him know shit was going down. Or there was a gun pointed at him. He got called lucky so many damn times while deployed just because he knew when to duck. It's disconcerting that whatever weight of will Carolina's got going on feels a little like impending death.

"...enough what." What did she do He stares back at her for a long moment before slowly, carefully popping the door open to peer inside.